CORNER OF VOID&DIRTY
Cheryl A Townsend
It started out as Monday and it ended as Monday. How much more tedious can a life get? My fugitive soul is out chasing yet another sin. Remorse shadows me no matter what the time. There are too many distractions. The best are always by mistake. Boredom sets into my thighs and spreads. I can never find my reasons when it's time to go home. Lies flow like breath. I offered tomorrow, but that was yesterday. Changes. Where is my life when I need it the most?
