hands are
but meager instruments,
the gentle
torture
of the senses.
the mind creates
a paradigm
decreeing hope
while silently
shutting itself away.
reason, we learn,
is not a way out.
it has never been.
this is the beginning.
this is where i stand.
this? this is Leah.
Leah and All Accompanying Disasters.
find her a way out.
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Leah and All Accompanying Disasters
RomanceHere are vingettes and conversations from a novel I haven't yet written. Here are Leah, John, and all of their disasters.