i kneeled and the darkness corrected my name gently
Tag: fiction
the sound of reality collapsing under infinite forms
the nightmare was not the mad God’s presence but the narrow world above waves a paradise where mistakes are not tolerated and resistance spells death
vagrants in paradise feeling with hands crawling through the dark on bruised knees following the warmth from cradle to light until our world ignites
another round of tea the morning rain feeds into the temptation
conductors speak the language of stars large and luminous eyes blink out signals and messages into the void only to be received and deciphered on the side of the darkness they literally speak morse and if you have no more questions all aboard: blink blink
rumours of a queer beast in the old quarter one who traps victims between stone cold pillars and recites a eulogy before ripping them in half mind the midnight streets and please stay safe
there are the other doors that bless you with anonymity while some loudly proclaim your iminent arrival along with your deepest darkest secrets gaping maws that trap you within the confines of claustrophobic walls and steal your sanity bit by bit
i might take no offense and still decide to wear your pretty face to the masquerade
rehearsals of the flesh continue until the night learns humility