shalev smokler

        The Fisherman and I walked on. My feet ached like they did when he found me. When he found me, I could no longer remember if I had run away or was chased out.

Every vow cried to the tip of a saber,

Every soul sold to a higher or lower power,

Every road paved to lead others astray,

Is nullified.

Revoked,

When I rose my eyes burned. It wasn't a sudden pain; more slow and consistent. As if it knew why it was there and it had no intention of leaving. It knew my eyes were safe and that I couldn’t help it.