the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Everyone must be aware of their position in the show.

Don’t be distracted by presumed importance. You are a cog in the innards of the machine. To be utilized, not seen.

A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.

Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.

After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.

Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.

On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.

Fibonacci is like a story where the future is built from the last two memories. Growth powered by continuity.

Cell s echo
DNA hums
Neurons branch

Storms twist
Hurricanes spiral
Galaxies wheel
Black holes devour

Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.

Please, no more.