CDH
the epilogue empties, the arc has flatlined, a judge now speaks
“your sentence is to be a windy day Eternal Tether, neither holding nor held”
This breeze. Those wind gust.
Foil flips, sunlight bouncing as it spins at sunrise... the trash is gaining traction now
you get the icons you are worthy of
and your children are sentenced to bow to plastic pariahs repurposed as heroes
pray away the bad man, and bubblewrap the rest. do you recall that innocence girl?
it emptied from you, quivering, as a smile stole the corners of your mouth.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
CDH
the epilogue empties, the arc has flatlined, a judge now speaks
“your sentence is to be a windy day Eternal Tether, neither holding nor held”
This breeze. Those wind gust.
Foil flips, sunlight bouncing as it spins at sunrise... the trash is gaining traction now
you get the icons you are worthy of
and your children are sentenced to bow to plastic pariahs repurposed as heroes
pray away the bad man, and bubblewrap the rest. do you recall that innocence girl?
it emptied from you, quivering, as a smile stole the corners of your mouth.
Truths unchanging eventually become a lie... a man complacent, is eternally tangential
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