Crossroads of an Empath
The Crossroads of an Empath can be mind-blowing
The crossroads and their black and gold trickery pull at you as if your heart were made of topaz and it has lantern flames to sell.
Here…my mind touches all the cobwebs of things, like trying to choose between too many dying candles and harvest from the strata one semblance of sense in a catastrophic maze.
The crossroads…the appealing beauty like running a finger over spine between shoulder blades where a blue flame may play under the skin, only to finally feel..it is an apparition that disappears with all the force of a banshee locomotive.
Who knew two paths of travel can beneath its skin harbor…an impossible labyrinth the color of indigo and its eyes are like silenced clocks…that lead in their gaze..a pointed finger like a Siren’s call down an impossible highway.
Crossroads of an Empath: Deidre Reitav
