Pretty Insanities

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Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind

began to dwindle and resist-in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami.  

Trapped in a facade of  impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.

All drowning in the nightmarish truth of actually being smothered in tears of a blue eyed-giant as they fell from the sky of that big blue eye’s, dead decapitated face.
A face severed on a head that hid a heavenly chateaus inside a false impersonated globe forever resting among the stars.

Inside housed all kinds of dimensional beings rarely ever seen but all known to possess legendary archaic features. 
They mastered all the realms and lastly rule our skies.
They are cold warriors of combat- handled by their deadly grace, poisonous envy,  blinding halos, and suffocating wings…

Oh such undeniably divine things!

First plucked from you, then stolen from me!


A conscious belief known only by those who wish to remain unseen 

as we become the common theory of all your pretty inanities.

  • Author: Stone Fox (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2019 11:49
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 10
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