at the core of my every tossed and turned my every blessed, cursed knot lies Estherbrook god damn her stone hearth and soulless board her sour maggot studded bosom unloving indifferent to watch her wither and grow craggy unkempt by my unfailing, rich neglect warms my heart well Rene ~ February 18, 2013 For Magpie Tales Image: "Wind of History" Jacek Yerka