A good student I hope to be, learning well my lessons whilst you are young enough to educate.
Scaffolding: a temporary structure used to enhance the safety of the soul while repairing the ruins.
I’m about to spit nails. People wield the language of CHOICE like a weapon. I’ll tell you who talks about CHOICE like that… People who damn well have it. That’s who.
How could I have been so blind? The answer is very simple – my eyes had been beaten shut.
I watch the horizon for hope as one shipwrecked on the shores; as one banished by brutality. I watch until my eyes are exhausted, my neck in a noose of tension, my shoulders sobbing at me to stop.
To be born, to be recklessly kept, and to be nobody’s – is the root of ruin. My ruin.
With hope and expectation,
As Advent advances, I feel an increasing ache that only the maggots and the manager bring. It is an ache one long-held in ransom; one born in lonely exile; one exhausted by expectation.
We, who proclaim Christendom, have been nothing like our Christ.
Now that I am studying the anatomy of abuse, I run my fingers under the skin of slaughtered souls who are still alive.