The Weight of Echoes
Tripping over pretence. – Pretence. Running on fumes, a final cadence. – Echo. Spitting up cracked nails varnished. – Tarnished. Offers of pleasurable vengeance. – Conscience. Turmoil burns in quiet rage. – Veins. Earth opens up underfoot. – Destitute. Watching seasons unravel. – Survival. Faces fade into shadows. – Hallows. Reality bends with years. – Seared. Echoes howl through barren trees. – Seize. Scarlet secrets distort figures. – Rigors. A mother cries out for solace. – Witness. Gasps trace the edges of screams. – Dreams. Blood fertilises the dirt beneath. – Complete. New life whispers though buried deep. – Please. Darkness consumes the last breath of day. – Fray. Trembling hands in the wake of penance. – Violence. Stardust rises weary from forgotten fields. – Yield. The moon lights the vigil from above. – Unglove. Flesh withers like fallen lilies. – Frailties. Bones crash in the distance. – Rubble. Crimson carves its way through stone. – Groan. Fireflies blink out in the d...