rotten gourds in the roots of yggdrasil, seeping into all of the realms, split and blackened
the aria sounds
i stand alone on stage, the spotlight blinds me as i look out on the empty seats in front of me
the rot swims, taints my mouth as i open it to sing, the words choke on my swollen tongue
irrelevance screams in silent dissent
do you see me, squinting in the light, all i see is white, the light at the end of this tunnel
motes of dust, mold spores, flakes of shed skin drifting on the current of nauseated nuance
it sinks into the roots
Very good, Mike. I actually loved the imagery and where it took my mind. So very good.
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thank you. it felt ugly, not that ugly is bad sometimes. And not as ugly as the next one.
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It wasn’t ugly in my eyes. I’m sorry you feel that way though.
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It may have been the mirror I was seeing
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Still not ugly….
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thanks. Lol. It’s not often we disagree so I will respectfully bow out.
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I knew you’d see it my way 😉😁
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Damn, I love this haunting piece!
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i’m glad to hear that. my head has gone dark this evening and it makes me wonder if the burnt offerings carry the same weight as lighter fare. the words control me some nights.
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