It’s budded
and blooms
at the most
unfortunate time.
And when people
look at you,
they think of church
breaking your soul
and society tangling
its fingers in your hair
and men kissing at your mouth
and women scouring you off.
But you, little bud,
aren’t evil. It’s just
an evil thing that’s
birthed, stretching your gut,
and we all have those things
that threaten to break through
and swallow
what we
are.
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Hey, I'm Ericka! I'm a traditionally (and self) published novelist, former atheist, and current Christian. I know. I just finished writing my super gritty novel, a Violent Hope, that isn't your typical, cavity-inducing Christian fiction. So I currently find myself between a rock and a hard place when trying to find a publisher. What’s a girl to do? Publish the book herself! Come learn more about me and my books at erickaclay.com.
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