We are fear…
a dark abyss,
though shallow,
reflected in putrid water,
and in it, we lose ourselves.
Yesterday’s sun never came;
and tomorrow,
only barrenness.
We become dead roots
in the shadow
of a leafless tree.
Yet the wellspring,
which should have run dry,
keeps flowing,
dragging us along.
The salt of tears
scourges tender skin;
and beneath heavy scales,
we shield ourselves
from the silent lightning
of a cloudless sky.
And of the rainbow,
only red remains.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
We are fear…
a dark abyss,
though shallow,
reflected in putrid water,
and in it, we lose ourselves.
Yesterday’s sun never came;
and tomorrow,
only barrenness.
We become dead roots
in the shadow
of a leafless tree.
Yet the wellspring,
which should have run dry,
keeps flowing,
dragging us along.
The salt of tears
scourges tender skin;
and beneath heavy scales,
we shield ourselves
from the silent lightning
of a cloudless sky.
And of the rainbow,
only red remains.
by A.Frota
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