fiercely tamed
by pride,
I come to you
for some succor and
respite
from the storm within.
wickedly,
shamelessly,
my light slips out -unexpectedly
and
needlessly.
and,
through these broken eyes
Truth washes away reality.
will you give me
what i
ask?
or
must i take it
again
and again,
like a chaste whore,
born again?
