Within these walls only love lives here.

Yesterday I went knocking on her door. The wombman who answered, I felt Her gaze through the peephole—heard Her mind adjusting the locks. “Uh, I’m looking for the backslider…the broken onethe child with the contrite heart?” From out of the corner of my Eye, I saw many fingers falling from inside the window frame and bent blinds mending themselves…and then, I heard a plethora of well-blended voices spring from behind the gold-framed door—”I think you have the wrong house,       she doesn’t reside here anymore.”

—♥E, burying Her dead


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Author: Egypt English

Poetess, podcast host, jeweler, SOL Navigation Coach, and wife on a mission to love my life so hard that it manifests into gold.

♥ P.S. Love Note: I love, in advance, witnessing you love yourself enough to fear nothing. Maiiandostéka {i♥u}

2 thoughts on “debt collector…

  1. “Within these walls only love lives here ” this title and that poem stand strong alone but together they are powerful!

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