the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.

With a sense ok

A clean disappearance without defensiveness.
Impact without seduction.
Power without posture.

No justification and no looking back. I withdraw the self, leaving altered perception behind.

A disciplined choice.

The stabilizer cannot destabilize. So dry your eyes and toughen up. There is dirty work to be done, it’s time to pull those sleeves up.