We respired ash, and imbibed tar in
the haunt as it burned us to the
ground; the sound of us siring our
doubts to the air were loud and
crackling in the blaze;
My method is to envision all these
embers in the marrow of the
tenebrous void; consigning
smoldering luster to the emptiness
of our cavernous cages for cognizance.
I am that burning doubt behind your
iris...
I am the epicenter of your
forgotten kingdoms...
We breathe fire together,
yet in the end,
only one of us will remain....
[23:22|24.10.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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