Forgiveness gamed the system.

I'm scared, I've wrecked it, gone rigid in the telling part. The sight-word experience now blind; like it should faint to speak a line, or dare raise eyes forward.This statue is a body - so odd and strangely knelt; no words just cracks below the belt; no croak just break outside the felt. Ah.. this poor, whipped attic boy. She-touched with a a bare-backed force. The whisper of a breath now caught. The other of less forgiving time.No words or mercy. Just the usual story getting lost.. MB