Sexual Musings :: Hickory Bark

Sexual Musings :: Hickory Bark

“He is folding in on himself, like hickory bark peeling in the midday glare of the sun. A subtle shake of his head warns me to steer clear of his rough, armored edges but his forest tinted eyes are begging for a single moment of shelter in the storm he’s created. He’s long limbs on the bathroom floor, like fallen branches after a hard rain, with the phone dangling between his hands, whispering to me: ‘Why am I not brave enough to call my old man?’ In my eyes, he is six foot four inches of nothing but intoxicating energy and loving light – he bleeds goodness into everyone around him. But those roots…those roots he just can’t break free from.”

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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