Cadence of Craters
Falling out of sync. When arousal gets hostilely entangled with dread we have an ordeal to unpeel. I’m referring to aches that aren’t so easy to shake off. Any agony which becomes superglued to your aura. They don’t read, so you can’t serve them a memo missive pleading for your peace. They’re not interested in conversations, as they solely preach from their pits of hell. These are the wrecking bombs that cheer your crying fits or sinkholes of moroseness…