I glance over my eye
Into the sunken night
That houses my name
Swelling darkness squeezes my heart
Oozing from your fingertips
Clumps of lies drip red
Out of your palm
Right onto my lashes
All I see is what once was
And what’s isn’t
Knuckles collide
with the back
Of my thoughts
shattering what’s left
Of my ego
Flip off the light switch
And watch cluelessly
As energy evaporates
To Einstien’s bafflement
A warm, knowing smile
You sip on my soul
The wink breaks me
As if you’ve torn apart my wings
Right before the benevolent god
Who slaved over
My divine creation
Manifest fury
And the dreams glossing over your eyes
Movie moments
Overly ideal
Unable to sleep unnoticed
By the creeping time
Endless yet ending
About the Creator
Darwin
passionate about truth, reality, and cosmic crisis
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Franklya day ago in Fiction
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