Leather souls clink like ear drums. They beat on the pavement of a sound mind. Worn out, as if souls could get tangled in the washing machine next to gray stringy lingerie. It’s what’s underneath that counts.
Object Relations
"A Word of Substance"
Leather souls clink like ear drums. They beat on the pavement of a sound mind. Worn out, as if souls could get tangled in the washing machine next to gray stringy lingerie. It’s what’s underneath that counts.
Object Relations 
Love this! Especially the gray lingere… made me smile!
What’s underneath, huh? Smelly feet?
Very evocative. Thank you for sharing. Thanks also for stopping by my blog once more.
This is an extremely thought provoking piece. Thank you for writing this.
Beautiful
Lovely metaphors and super matching image.