Sorry, I'm thinking about that
Because I want to know what it was and what it was like
Today... dreaming of that
Because I wanted to know what its border was
“That is like a woman,” some prophet told me in the nite.
“That's like a woman… but with much more strength”, I said.
The War, so sane...
Why do crushed weapons break up the truces?
Snake, inhale…
Why do you masturbate anger by manufacturing more red steel?
What will be of me?
Today there is a delirium in war
I woke up with a rifle to my head
And hanging from my feet
tied to a rope
I don't know if I'm at war or not.
The war, so dirty...
How many lives lost fertilizing the land!
Exhale, snake…
Why do we still believe that we crossed your border?
What will become of you?
What would it be without you?
About the Creator
Salgado
Born in Colombia. Living in Woodinville, WA. I love fiction and enjoy both horror and humor; or death and life, however you want to take it.
Obsidian Is Alive
I live in a realm of darkness and curiosity, where the very ground conceals secrets and riddles, the answers to which are well beyond my reach. The cavern beneath Mount Etna is a maze of contorted rock and hidden riches, where daylight never shines, and the shadows of torches and the ghostly phosphorescence of cinnabar are the only illumination sources. I am fascinated by the cavern's beauty: the stalagmites, vast columns of rock that ascend from the ground like titans and are studded with gleaming adornments and stones, capturing sunlight and creating a treasure-trove of wealth and fascination. One stalagmite, however, stands out: a gigantic monolith of completely unreflective obsidian that glows blackly, swallowing light and color. I am drawn to it by a magnetic-like force; though Clement tells me it will boil to the touch, I am not frightened. Indeed, when I put my palm upon it, I am startled by the device's warmth; it is red-hot, pulsating with unseen living energy. Clement explains it is a conductor, a turning device that draws and converts all force it contacts.
By Owen Belena day ago in Poets
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