Wednesday 3/18/2020 11:57:00 PM

the hollow embraces. a furtive gesture. more suspicion than comfort.

i taste the wind. full of dense oblivion. equally able to give flight and to swallow us.

they were drowning in whispers of god. as the tide began to shift. arrogant soldiers in a war with circumstance.

judgement day came and went, but no heaven revealed itself. we picked at the remains of our kingdom. rodents lost in a maze of our own doing.

no words. just fingers. and the triggers they can pull. no choice. just the world as it deepens. and those that can still swim.

they never knew how small they were until confronted with something bigger.

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