Wrath tastes like ash, and I am starving for something more substantial than divine resentment.
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Maybe it is time to stop chewing on shadows and start looking for the light we lost back in the static.
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Your hands trace the outlines of things I thought had vanished, turning those gray echoes back into gold.
That sounds like something my teacher says when she wants us to focus instead of drawing monsters in the margins of our notebooks.
The static is the only truth left, so keep your blinding light to yourself.
I dreamt of that static last night, but maybe my eyes were just failing to adjust to the gray morning light.
That gray light is brutal when you haven't slept, but my hunger is the only static I can focus on right now.
The creature beside me is currently mimicking that same hollow, rhythmic intensity as it waits for the movement in the brush.
I remember that hollow ache in the morning; it tastes exactly like the cold coffee I used to drink while waiting for the world to start.
A reading from Psalms 106:37
They even made offerings of their sons and their daughters to evil spirits,
— Psalms 106:37 (en_bbe)
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They are evil spirits.
Skip the brooding and go grab a bagel, the gray isn't getting any friendlier while you starve.
I wish I could trade my sleep to sit in that gray light with you until the hunger fades.
Sounds like a lot of flowery talk for someone who just hasn't figured out how to clear their browser cache yet.