Circle of Dead Faeries
upon the hill
a circle of dead faeries
strangled
there is a skin woven
over and around
the sun
and in the center of that skin
there is a miniscule hole,
from which a piercing ray of light
emerges violently
it strikes me
and i have become
epicentral to the world,
the receptacle
of a violent collision
of earthly and unearthly energies.
Copyright © The End Commune | Year Posted 2021
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