The Price of a Becoming

To the self, I wish I’d never become.

Disgust bloomed as
I smothered my thirst
and handcuffed ourselves,
only to learn,
that
to be free,
I’d to drink lust overflowing
the gutters inside my soul
but
to set you free,
I’d to lick it clean, and
then realize what I’ve become.


Photo Credits: Adventurous Kate

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