These gestures of purity are not wholesome. I believe they accompany concealed motives. Am I justified in my probing suspicion? The faucet handle that dictates my tears is broken. I cannot hold back my salty drops, These transmitters of my growing apprehension. See what you do to me? See how you belittle me to such expression? See how you give aid to my doubt? These remarks of supposed reassurance Do not calm my rapidly suspicious intuition. They only chafe my distrust, Sophia! © by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as Curiosity Excerpt from End of the Road Published by Lulu.com in Print and e-book.
Writing as Curiosity
Excerpt from End of the Road
Published by Lulu.com in Print and e-Book.