... Hybrid Rainbows & Imperfect Times

Of all the things I've said and done, I have nothing left. I am undone, flayed alive, burned at the stake. My words sink in, fresh wounds to scar my permanently. They are markers of time, of things said, of things meant, of harm done, of good rendered. Always seeking redemption for past sins. Past lives catching up with me. A good heart, always after the wrong things. Entering into agreements only to be stricken down. I strike myself down. No not a martyr, not a suicide, not death. Resurrection in...