It was the way she wanted it, the warrant she wanted exhumed from the matter. Fact was irrespective in her mind at that time and when the lie drew blood, she was sickly pleasured. Like a tattoo’s tool, an ornament on Bubby’s soul; the long lost cousin.
The undone friend
Never to release the thing or purge she was left with those times when she was by herself or with him, the man who came in between when tapped and stretched the thing to cumbersome proportions, getting the in-sects
all too willing to further taint and swarm, like a church gossip mill making sandwiches in the open sun; attracting the oft of kind to feed.
What principal could have produced, how it would have by design, predicated the good tiding rather than oppose the greater extent?
I came with mind full of promise and bounty dispensed a specific higher calling the clipping of their will halted this defined intent.
These messes are covered over and irreverent chides cloud these points of light, for a time..
I muster up all the pity of the fool’s victory when I cut my ideal from the work and renew path to completion because only the truth will realize;
the other portrayal runs for cover.
We are just trying to get out from under the midst of the wrong controls with the standing we are all susceptible; though a sum is worth more to some than others.