Short and Loud…part 31…

In the Beginning…

Before the season had elements

Before language had sound

Before art had a canvass

And before electrons had charge. 

There was sadness

So much so that the Universe set off to commit suicide.

Glazed in the aspirations of killing herself,

She put a gun to her head and cried a noise

So sad, it still has no earthly translation.

How ironic that in remnants of her teary eyed dismay,

  She was unaware of the tiny heartbeat inside her.

And against all odds, life ticked away in her dying carcass…

Scattered in the shards of her guts and covered in her poisonous bile

Her most beautiful creation persevered.


Unfortunately though, hope still had her father’s eyes….


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