Maybe he’s dead. That explains the inaction, the indecision; the inability to agree but instead lay in cold silence and stare long into the dark as tears collect in a pool around his rigor. Beautifully corrupt, like rot creeping into mid-summer blooms, he’s unkind wind promising storms for thirsty hearts and instead bringing razor sands […]
Read MoreUnflinching. Unopened. These wide open eyes with fixed irises tell no tale of light’s injustice or the hard, weathered shell of smooth longing. Granite folly and the stuttering heart of concrete majesty stands emblematic of spent passions and incapable desires. Adorning the mundane, it’s expended effort; spilled seed anywhere but where life could spark in […]
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