Drunk and bloated
On their own confidence
And fighting against
The beat of their own hearts.
Smashed like jars,
Rivers of wine-
Colored blood.
Souls dispersed
And nevermore.
Past meets present,
And I watch it at my feet.
Smashed Like Jars
Hi, I’m Ericka! I’m a thirty-something wife, homeschooling mama, & writer who shares what’s going on in my head & heart as I stumble along, following Jesus.
