– broomstick without a bedknob –

No man can hurt me the
way that I hurt myself. The
godless and God-fearing are
specks on a dusty shelf, while
I’m a broom…
sweeping away and
beating the day right
out of me. Then
all debris flies, in
sun and moonlight – that’s
how I “tidy up and clean”.
~
~
D.J. Whisenant

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