Threads of smoke swirl around me, moving silently through the air dense with retrospection. There is no one around. I hid beneath the blanket of my childhood, crying for the resurrection of faith. A solitary light tries and fails to dispel the overbearing darkness. Invisible hands grasp and grab, smother and stroke. A piercing scream goes unheard. A space that can never be filled, a heart that can’t ever be touched stands between the soul and humanity. An eclipse releases the demons from dark corners of the psyche, crawling and prowling for redemption. A butterfly shivers in the stillness of reverberating silence, wings withering in tragic dust.


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