out of habit
you bow
before the great serpent.
out of spite
you press
your thumb into the wound.
out of luck
you are –
lies pave your foundation.
out of hope
you die…
lost and alone.
- Comment
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Another Wandering Soul 
I love pieces that require you to look back to the title. Titles are so important.
LikeLike
yes, very
LikeLike