Safe Hate Can Inspire.
Ah, the hate. Every time this demon sneaks up and takes me down, until I am standing in a pile of splinters, it allows me to recreate a more desirable ground in which to navigate my every engagement.
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Lilith’s Return: Harvest Moon Resolutions.
She is howl-praying to the waxing Harvest Moon just for you. She is through being a loner, and she knows you can speak in the fork-tongued language of snakes and join her in the quest for a deep and certain truth.
Dear Lover, It’s Too Late.
You listened to me crying and professing my love to you with complete indifference. And when I asked you not to walk away, you said, “Too late.”