The Militant and the Bride

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

I was naive. I thought I could wedge the ugly between milestones and watch it decay into the ground as I grinned, finally satisfied. I should have known better. I have been here before.
The ugly never leaves, it only subsides. I can push it up against the walls of me with hard work and chain it to a fence I've built on faith alone, but I cannot kill it. Not this time. Maybe not ever.
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