A Cross To Bear
Silvery tongue creeps past heated cheek,
Entangling the ear
So enticing
Promises of things coming
Of inevitabilities
Denial of impossibilities
It is owed
Slippery sliding, ever further, wrapped tight
It is owed
Listen
For the words keep you afloat
You cannot swim in these waters
You must
listen.
Or drown.
So.
It is owed.
It must be.
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