relational safety is the most important thing
Opening Lines to Salem (In Progress)
Times
changed
Things
played
Broken
never
Lost
again
Bella 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 youth-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 last. Christians were burning, forever and now, Bella had done it, so stricken; that cow wasn’t coming. Not-never again. That’s what was 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, but not. Not like he thought. Never the girl which he lost—now unfurled.
