-A Blood Slicked Tongue-It cut across the sky fracturing the pristine pane of blue. Red tendrils str

-A Blood Slicked Tongue-It cut across the sky fracturing the pristine pane of blue. Red tendrils stretching, twisting, breaking.
Dissipating into droplets that dotted the i’s and crossed the t’s of all the words he’d been unable to draw forth. A refusal of self.
Now here they flowed in a crimson tide freed from their caged depths. 
From his mouth an endless stream, all the thoughts and feelings he’d never dared give voice or name. -- source link

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