Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #501
Lost In A Zone by Belinda Roddie Lost in a zone of truth, I can only speak both my conscience and subconscious whims, worries, and awkward flights of dumb fancy. You once saw me as clean, well kept, and prim and proper, but now, all my demons rise to sing their chorus of debauchery and spill my dirty secrets. My demise will not be by death, but by honesty. Yes, I'm in love with you, sweet cleric. I despise you, warlock, and your patron, too. I never knew my father, and I try to forget the abuse, every strike and bruise I received from my training. Well, you can stop now, bard - that's quite enough Hell.
