we make them
we break them
we take them
we shake them
~ and her Buddhist prayer flag
caught a throat ~
The horrible guilt
of being trapped
in a decision.
My karma will lower my status,
bring her a higher one –
where only love shall fill her
peaceful harmony
and they say we have to be Strong to do this.
as if they fucking know it all.
Life so badly turns a full circle
it’s scary.
The desolation of events
from Karoo to Karoo...
screams
as I reluctantly wash her off my hands.
