He looked and fondled and intruded all over my Ruby. My Heart. As if he was trying to infuse himself. His energy into me. Did it work? Did he already know the connection? Maybe I said it out loud. Unwanted depths fall out of my mouth like blood dripping onto white paper. And I haven’t opened that bag since. Because if I’m honest, that’s probably how it all fell apart. Not to mention the red rose with its own opinion. Naturally, I’ll take it to the cleaners. Let the Sun have its way. They know what to do. And it’s not really up to me anymore to decide. I’ve washed my hands and stripped my mind of the faulty mechanisms they tried to program into it. The Mind’s a receiver you know? And that message claws it’s razor sharp nails into the hidden place you don’t want anyone to see. It’s ok my little Lion. Show me where it hurts.