She hurt and bled—cried and screamed—made up everywhere they’d been. Lies had come straight from around—the way she saw led her to ground. No way to hold a future’s truth within one lady’s wisdom tooth. She’d break her mind to seek an end where love would come around the bend. A one she loved had broke her most and led her towards the holy ghost. No matter how or where or why—no matter what poured from her eyes—she couldn’t change what it would be; the only way she’d be set free.
