If only you could sink below the surface, deep beneath their rosy cheeks and break through the lying teeth. I'm nothing new to see, but speak free in blurred flurry. It isn't that I'm weak, just shades of jaded mystery.
Suddenly rain pooled. Raw mud hugged our shoes closer. We walked on, barefoot. via Daily Prompt: Hospitality
We are all unsuspecting victims of those with whom we surround ourselves. While we become forever changed, they walk freely at ease. But undoubtedly, we are the guilty party in another's transformative story.