There are times when the words cannot be written.
They come from a place of such desperate, despairing dark that their bare bleakness would blight the page
They carry with them such a toxic, tainted, tortured, tangle of lies and half-truths that I cannot allow their poison to escape.
They would be ugly and would show me as ugly to you
They would be careless and would show me as negligent to you
They would be unfair and they would show me as unworthy to you.
I cannot write these words.
They will have to lie deep in my soul
and slowly corrode.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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