We slay demons – not the kind that you think, but the darkness that preys on civility

– my sister’s a boss, her lines are clear, her opinions are focused her values held dear –

– I have astigmatism, so my lines are all blurred, my shadows are real, my words are sometimes deferred until I can get close enough to the truth to make sense of what is troubling the muse –

– my sister’s a boss, I’m more of a witness, we both do what we want – she may ask for forgiveness – either way, regardless of how we move in our wisdom, slaying demons has become a family tradition.

 

 

Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.

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