Monday, March 24, 2025

Crumbled Pedestals By Skaja Evens

I love you
It’s just my life is full
I hope you understand why my replies are farther apart.
I trust you to process that as you will.

Probably meant in all earnestness and sincerity
But still stings
I’m a ride or die, but you never were to me.
How can I feel anything else
Except expendable?



Skaja Evens is a Best of the Net-nominated writer living in SE Virginia. Her work has appeared in Medusa's Kitchen, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos, Mad Swirl, Spillwords Press, Ink Pantry, Blue Pepper, among others. Her first book, conscientia veritatis, from Whiskey City Press, is available on Amazon.

https://www.amazon.com/conscientia-veritatis-Skaja-Evens/dp/B0CZTRN7ZP


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