Zugzwang
I killed her, for if I hadn’t, she would have suffered savage ignominy, dying by a thousand cuts. The deed done, I uttered a silent prayer for her soul, which was perhaps unprepared for it’s unexpected onward journey into the ethereal domain of love and light.
predawn light teasing
any last wish, hangman asks
love dove flutters wings
05-August-2021
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