a white lie, pale with implication but silver with morals.
the real prophets find their wayweaving the universe’s threadsbetween stars and galaxies,forever scorned, they resideon the brinks of society,cursed to be ignored and forgotten,for their warnings to go unheard,presence blurred,their existence upheldonly by the secrets of the universewhispered into their ears,the swirling galaxies become their eyesas pressing silence pressestheir sanity into a bottleand soon theyContinue reading “prophets and lore”
on these sidewalks crackedred paints the winding crevasses around my feet – in the deep shadows,our hands reach out to the light,but they walk by, blind. chaos on the street,crowds skirting around the dead bodykicked to the curb. the pool of blood reaches our hands,dip our fingers into holy water forgotten,rain pours down from theContinue reading “forgotten, beaten, ignored”