Spectre
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1 min readMay 21, 2020
my conscience wore your voice,
recounting your prejudices as gospel;
guilt envenomed my tongue,
i drew scars on my skin;
until self-preservation
silenced you,
and i could
finally live
Inspired by James Finn’s heartbreaking work.
A response to Lee-Anne Hancock’s prompt — Mentor
© Indira Reddy 2020