She bought into his mythology.
Counted her change. Penny by penny.
She plunked down her fortune.
Of course she did.
For better or for worse. In sickness and in health.
She’s always there. She believes. She needs to believe.
Anything. Everything. Or there is nothing.
She’s always there. She believes. She needs to believe.
Anything. Everything. Or there is nothing.
A void.
A vastness too broad to cross.
The soles of her feet burn as she tries. The soul of her heart sears through her brain. Seals her eyes, nose and mouth. So she stumbles without vision and worships her god.
©Karen Casady2018
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