The Unkind
Life has failed you.
There’s pain on the inside, the veins swirled like leaves in the autumn wind. Distraught with fury, you push the blood upstream; rummage through the debris and look for the scarred photographs. You can smell the ashes from the cremation, the memories that seemed eternal burned down. You’re detached like a rock on the island where no ships dock and the laughing sea is static. Shreds of your spirit sail through the malicious air. You follow the lying map to the last oasis in the perpetual desert, only to find a dry crater and the echoes of archaic skeletons. The soul is held fast to the flesh. You wish for a divorce, but the prayers betray you.
It doesn’t come to you.
Death had never been desired so profoundly.
Death had never been so unkind.
There’s pain on the inside, the veins swirled like leaves in the autumn wind. Distraught with fury, you push the blood upstream; rummage through the debris and look for the scarred photographs. You can smell the ashes from the cremation, the memories that seemed eternal burned down. You’re detached like a rock on the island where no ships dock and the laughing sea is static. Shreds of your spirit sail through the malicious air. You follow the lying map to the last oasis in the perpetual desert, only to find a dry crater and the echoes of archaic skeletons. The soul is held fast to the flesh. You wish for a divorce, but the prayers betray you.
It doesn’t come to you.
Death had never been desired so profoundly.
Death had never been so unkind.
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