the sky presses down on me, a strange radiance

her court is one of unfinished portraits and streams of possibility.

I feel it in my chest- a bare and vulnerable protrusion, it cries to burst forth

I feel its roots going deep into the earth, i am not alone, we are all here together

And yet I am confined, this spinning rock is a tomb

we can not die, we all live on again and again, the same pain and the same burdens

I saw her in the sky, if I could only feel that feeling again when she grabbed my hand then I could be free

If I can just taste that light every so often then I will be happy reaching upwards forever

Among the endless frames a portrait is finished.

Prosperina was abducted by evil dark world god Hades, who was in love with her and knew her mother wouldn't give him her hand. He succeeded, brought her into the dark world, but Zeus made him return her back. Made by Gian Lorenzo Bernini in withe marble, when he was only 23 years old.

Mateus Campos Felipe

Exposure Therapy

For when the dark nights become too much

the sky presses down on me, a strange radiance

the intrusion of night and sacrifice



her court is one of unfinished portraits and streams of possibility.



Exposure Therapy

For when the dark nights become too much

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