we've heard this all before from the prophets of the castle--
spread your arms to fall over the railway track, smoke veil for shattered flesh, blood-stained seats & windows. when dust kisses the ground, the wrecked carrier dives into the massive hole that has been dug by the police officers and workers. shovel it into the underground, so that nobody would hear the muted cries for help or see fingers protruding through the dirt.
in the realm of involuntary goodbye, a dead woman puts her hand on her belly & is thankful for the end. my child wouldn't know me if he was ever born, she hums to herself, feeling half of her head missing & her own words wheezing through the bloody void.
her child is named Ocean. now it'd keep rocking inside her, while more & more bodies crash into her resting place, when husband is throwing Hell bank notes into the wind & calling her name: come back, my sun. but all that's left is the ocean raging within & she must shield herself from more dirt & blood, until she is resurrected from this place.
Wow! Interesting visuals, thoughts, and possible messages. :-)
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