One Sonray

I peered over the kitchen sink to check my herbs. Spider mites crawled over the remains of yesterday's sprouts. A few hardy gnats swarmed among the carcasses of their siblings, which I'd doused with organic weaponry two days before. I emptied the last of my seeds into the not-so-jiffy pots and…

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Dark eyes

Bruise hollows deepen my eye sockets. Despite attempts at heat-styling, my locks frazzle. I slouch before the mirror and marvel at the unkempt stranger glaring back at me.When darkness surrounds the eyes, the body sinks into shadow.¬†Matthew 6:23 piques my interest. Drained strength correlates with grey-shrouded lids the way focus aligns…

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