What do I look like to you from outer space? It must be easy to judge so far out of reach–a panoramic view of my sins displayed to be measured. It is not enough that I repent daily for deeds disgraceful. I wait for the droplets of salvation to cleanse me. But salvation from who? To be sure, I do not know.
Published by Kindra M. Austin
Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen. View more posts