Illustrated by Lee Kuruganti © 2008
#18
by Trysten Cain
Stand still! Look at the glory all around you. See what marvelous works have been done. Take in the fumes from across the street. Smell the ash in the air. Can you hear the tears fall in the bedroom? No pillow can soften their hearts. Let the flesh rip and sag with self expression. Force permanent shadows of one’s lesser being. Imprint the thoughts that mean more than life. Be above the enforcer. Feel the creativity in your blood. Let fornication share your love. Be guided by tainted breath. Open eyes to your greatness. The world is yours. Take God in your hands and make him pray. Throw chains around their necks and tie them to hell. Be of value. No self-worth but unto yourself. Place your steps only beside your own. No equal shall stand in your way. Let your stained knuckles crush their soul. Knowledge and power reek from the destruction. Consume the sun and speak of the devil. Burn the bones littering the wasteland. Take up your kingdom. Grey skies and whispering eyes echo the future.
