SisyphusFalls
Synopsis
Excerpt
Breathless clouds of cold against a cracked sky
and a raven parts the frost with his span
the leaves snap
and lack luster from the first taste of fall
all fallen
all rotten
all laying about, loss of passion and love
like the feet that crush them further
into the pavement, near to oblivion,
but your parents will renew, you will regrow and thrive
but we will only die
there is no spring for the soul
Until one Christ.
Death is a seduction,
allure unto the grave,
seduction is a death in one act
but the allure is greater than fear
and so I walk, unbound
toward that which grips my eyes.
It will be mine.
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Look inside, see what has become of her.
It took her this long to admit she has a problem. This is a problem. You save her from herself, but she can’t fall on you this hard forever. Be her harmony, be her strength, keep her limping forward. So much blood in the past few chapters, but she needed this. She needed to be clean. The repetitive rock undertones, screaming, guttural mutterings and ranting and allowances, but this is who you are. From piece to piece over years and the influence you’ve given many, you sell yourself short. You are beautiful, you fighting creature, you gasp for air in a cloud of poison but you keep pushing through despite the sharp knives they hurl at your eyes. You try, you try, you do it again and they still won’t bite, but you sing and you scream and you feel it all and that’s all that really mattered to begin with.
There was so much blood in this part of the book.
You can try flipping back to the sex or back to the poetry, but one way or another you’ll come back to what you’ve already seen. Either you’ll love it more or reject it as detritus, but either way you can only accept it or swallow it and let it burn you backwards to the sky. Keep the dance and keep your flow, and don’t let them tell you how to change the world.
Beat. And roll. And beat. And roll. Tick tock, tick tock, thud thump, thud thump, it’s been so constant until now. And now, we write.
