@Exquisite_Wren’s tweets from August 13th

I go about my daily routine with the occasional glance towards the front door, having not met with him in days.

The unkindness of my guilt continues to sweep me away, like a stone cast into the stillness of a quiet pool of water, the concentric ripples of despair deluge out in all directions, leaving me seemingly empty.

A budding seed, not yet with the flourish of petals, passed into the dark of night.

Our night, our child, our entwined love, now gone.

The dried up remains engulf me with grief. How I handle that now I pray won’t contradict my beliefs. This veil I must lift and breathe from beneath this burden that suffocates me