A Woman's Journey

Boundless

By August 12, 2019 No Comments

She wore the same minidress she wore that day Pastor Akintoye took one look at her and started praying against the spirit of fear in her life.

The demon now threatened to resurface again.

Taj was sitting beside her mother touching his plastered face and sniffling back tears.

God knew she had many to match his.
She could feel them dried up squeezing against the angles of her eyes.

She could feel more arising.

But she held her mother’s curious stare  like an anchor. 

Today was not that day.

Today her mouth would open before her eyes would squint. 

End.

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