God-chasing ex-sinner, dying to live. Content strategist and copywriter.
For fear of loss,
I bend over for a peace that dominates,
Swords rusting from hilt to tip,
Because I’d rather die a subject than be the vanquished.
You do alone well,
You make melancholy aspirational,
Because your broken heart won’t tell,
How badly it hurts from being lonely.
1. Treated like you’re stupid.
How else do you explain being kept at work past your agreed closing time repeatedly because a supervisor ‘felt like it’? Or working overtime for free. They really…