No One Believed Me


She bends ever so slightly, its as if her form brings on new light in a cacophony of possibility’s. Does it disturb you to know that her presence is only temporal, a ground sarcophagus channeling a spiritual awakening for those maggots that await her arrival. They gnaw as their fangs clinch on the pavement, ever so slightly breaking it before the fall. Her words are like there of an endless ribbon, flapping in the breeze snapping as it moves effortlessly. Who is she? You wouldn’t understand if you were told, she is far beyond your feeble comparisons. She cackles as you try to interpret her many codes, for it is in you that she rely’s to convey the message.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger


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