only God
you think you can save me, you can fix this thing I’ve become: all teeth, snarling, drooling tongue heavy laden with every bloodied word I’ve ever said.
you think you can restore all that I’ve destroyed, can redeem me in our bed.
you won’t.
you won’t.
I promise you that you won’t.
only God can undo these things I’ve done.
only God.
Copyright © Cassidy Sizemore | Year Posted 2024
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