Death is thought of in the physical but the faces
of death come in forms not immediately recognizable
I’ve experienced death on multiple levels.
My innocence, for start, was never mine for it was extinct eons ago thru disobedience; I was condemned by the tongue of my progenitor; the loss of my consort and the abdication of those duties all weighed upon me.
I became impenetrable, indifferent and unresponsive. The summation of each kill ripped through me and scorched my soul until I burst. And from death’s ashes I rose, like the phoenix, gathering the burnt twigs, torn threads and pieces of shard and I’ve rebuilt.
I’ve become effervescent, vivacious and engaged. I remain in the physical having overcome the spiritual
until death’s finality.
of death come in forms not immediately recognizable
I’ve experienced death on multiple levels.
My innocence, for start, was never mine for it was extinct eons ago thru disobedience; I was condemned by the tongue of my progenitor; the loss of my consort and the abdication of those duties all weighed upon me.
I became impenetrable, indifferent and unresponsive. The summation of each kill ripped through me and scorched my soul until I burst. And from death’s ashes I rose, like the phoenix, gathering the burnt twigs, torn threads and pieces of shard and I’ve rebuilt.
I’ve become effervescent, vivacious and engaged. I remain in the physical having overcome the spiritual
until death’s finality.
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