Schizophrenics Need Friends to Stay in Line with Other People | No Longer Trapped Inside

relational safety is the most important thingOpening Lines to Salem (In Progress)TimeschangedThingsplayedBrokenneverLostagainBella blew beneath her blues. Bothered brothers bought Bear’s brews.Beckoned bellows blustered black. Blithered blessings beckoned back. Simple Silus saw such sour—seeking sinking silence—synched sinews stole something slickened, so sidled, seeming shrewd.Yester’s yonder, yellowed yeast, yes, yikkering youths yelled, “Beast!”“It’s the beast!”Under the fortune of fellows she fell. Farther then broken she left them a spell. Left into further, less than to black, never would nothing become of the lack. Christians were burning, forever and now, Bella had done it, so stricken; that cow wasn’t coming. Not-never again. That was what had done it. How broken their sin. Seen it she made him. The boy deep inside. Silus was swollen, too swollen with pride. Bella knew something, oh-something quite fierce, for Bella had done it—his lips had been pierced.Silence was Silus, so stapled, so sold, sickening Silus, she severed sin’s soul.Bella knew better—better indeed. Her glory was coming. He wasn’t her steed.Silus was angry, oh-angry of need. Lopped from his garden, his garden of greed.Told him she had, of why he was mad. He did her that way, for all she would say. He felt it now back through all his loose cracks. Silus missed most, his holiest ghost. Every loose thread, each night tossing bed, she wished him quite gone from sorrow’s soul-song. One day here, but not. Not all like he thought. Never but never the girl which he lost—unfurled, she had been—discovered, the cost. Get full access to Of Darkness & Light at www.ofdarknessandlight.net/subscribe