I sidewalk-chalked the Devil incarnate
while my childhood innocence slept soundly.
It was at midnight
underneath the sterile galaxies and omnipresent suns,
behind the home of our opalescent father,
who only existed in just the right light,
just the right situation.
As I drew faster, my tears froze, fell,
and encased my sinful artwork in ripple lined glass,
a window into a lifetime skinned clean of happiness.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
I sidewalk-chalked the Devil incarnate
while my childhood innocence slept soundly.
It was at midnight
underneath the sterile galaxies and omnipresent suns,
behind the home of our opalescent father,
who only existed in just the right light,
just the right situation.
As I drew faster, my tears froze, fell,
and encased my sinful artwork in ripple lined glass,
a window into a lifetime skinned clean of happiness.
Written from the words House, Chalk, Devil, Self, Ice, Lesser, and Darkness, as inspiration
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