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like floods through gates to ocean storms,
rage boils in worlds i forgot were real.
and like bright flames on oily waterfalls,
my burning hate erupts on waters teal.
once more there are lies to keep peace,
and silence to conceal them: deceive.
all was taken from my shunning hands:
gemstones robbed from my own sleeve.
and so far from my world's molten core
i'm helpless to separate friend from foe.
the storms, they will rage, but not far:
for treachery can't see beyond its snow.
no defendant will be present to vouch
for the pain here: down a dripping chin.
i will wallow, and they'll turn their backs
to ally with the enemy: burdened with sin.
no remorse looms over a selfish head.
as laughs are exchanged, i will scream,
hoping that one bastard will hear me:
praying his feathers will molt into steam.
now i leave you to your vices: betray me.
the ones i had trusted slash at my skin
with burning hot laughter at my sickness:
pretending it's jealousy that s
Memoirs of an Acid CloudMemoirs of an Acid Cloud
i am a heavy cloud of thick acid rains
hovering high above, seeming far away.
my shame can't compare to my tears:
for they flow, killing, painting earth grey.
i've inhaled the toxins the hurt had sent,
unfiltered, far into the bowels of my soul.
i released in choking, watery screams:
the many failures of my weak self-control.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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