Prose Poetry|Fiction

An Invitation to Inner Peace

Choosing to dance to inner solace

Photo by mana5280 on Unsplash

Early on in Oljita’s coming out — obsessed with the collective grinding of fingers bones — noticing very little flesh left on his phalangeal pointers. Something had to give — before the levy breaks — washing everything away, drowning in personal misery and fear-ridden monkey-mind thought.