With all the will that can be found and wound, be banished tempest high. Disobedient sky. She stalks like a soul hungry heaven. Im no morsel to be had. This world is mine. This world is me. Tempest is I yet she defies my staunch lucidity. No exit can be seen. But wait. An eye. Not two. An eye. A third will see the way. Foreskull cracks. Flesh rips back to nestle newborn sight. The world is washed in bright. Spider silk caresses all, all one wonderous web. Shear away the threads that bind Tempest tight to me. She recedes to form a two faced sky. I shut the eye. Im free.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 06:33:51 +0000