Chain+of+Fools+by+Aretha+Franklin

A bell heard far off, a warning. A loud one.

Too bad I’m not one for bells.

The ringing seems distant, and here it is: spicy cinnamon liquor stinging my heart and core. A sort of test, I think it is.

A test of strength that I’ve certainly passed. A thought was birthed into my brain, I was told to let go and fall in, fall into his arms and forget.