They never closed the doors
within
their house.
Lies and deceit permeated
the interstice between
love and hate,
(and over time caused)
irreparable harm to
something that could have
been
mundane.

Hearts and desires
superseding
nuptials

the voyage ended short in
dismal and dissolute disarray.


Belying their vows, trivial

“he said”
and
“she said”
was, virtually
nonexistent,
as each party sought refuge
in the arms of others;

one to his corner, with the
Spirit
of the hour –

the other to his, to flesh and
sighs.

They put up walls instead.

“To me, being a goddess means reaching inner peace that was vacant in my life for so very long. It also means leading an authentic and honest life, and empowering my daughter and others to find their Hygge and to do the same.” – KCH 2021