An Addiction To Confession

I was an open book - without the faintest glimmer of hope that someone could still be interested enough to pick me up, blow the cobwebs from my spine, and read my dusty pages.

Now I am a dog who’s been told to sit, squirming betwixt the two desires; to please my master with obedience, or a lick to that warm callused hand.

Gah! ...Get me to a nunnery, that I may flirt with my god in chaste innocence!