sanctus_fera

Heaven is a state of mind where all your fantasies are actualized.

Revolution One:

Fear is a tip-of-the-tongue sensation- 

“What-ifs” so broad you can taste them

but never fully articulate them.

Dear daughter of Earth, 

I am not naked, rose-lipped, chapped and chaste in a poetic caste and silhouetted erotically before sunset and starlight like the Thinker gazing across foreseeable perpetuity. 

Dramatically striking a pose in the mirror, 

This is me 

today.

Where will I be this time tomorrow,

And where will my feet have taken me?

There you go again: 

Reciting beautiful words 

That no one cares about. 

My broken mouth waits impatiently;