keep me afloat
in a sea of catharses.
Words’ water wings
hug the thoughts that
I wrote you anonymously.
Kosher is something that I can’t be.
If you think it’s against my religion, it’s not.
I don’t have enough faith to cross my t’s.
Maybe just tease the cross.
Neither of these are done, but I didn’t want to post them as different ficlies because of their size. The second one is actually an edit of another ficly, “Don’t Judge Me” or something.