Breathless Before The Face Of Ruin






Just out of range
Just out of reach
Adrenal glands tirelessly thumping
Heart racing
Blood pumping
Always running
Running
From
This stranger within me
She always giggles
But not like the child
This is more like - Sin.
Sins of me.
Sins of the Father.
Sins of the Mother.
Sins of the Mother before Her -
The Father's Mother.
And, yes,
Sins of the He
The One that came out of Her
Long after Me.




~SyмэттяУ~ي١~Реяfест١ои~

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