I don’t hold many threads in the bid for sanity.
The rejections pile in and though they are not cruel
they have become common, at times unshakable.
I could write of other things. I could write more directly.
I could coat my skin in lard that the tears would cease to leek through
but in the end I cannot recant my love of the whip.
Happy Holidays everyone =) Sorry no holiday themed poems from me! Right now I have an obsessive need to organize but I have organized my house and there is nothing, even my storage closet it tidy.