Passing Lives

One breath; a collective intake like pieces of blank divinity. There is a haunting in your eyes; a place no soul but yours can dwell. The clatter of voices struggle to drown out one muted cry. Life continues without you, and you hardly see what passed you by. I'll share a secret with you, darling- if you really wish to hear. That cross you wear cannot save you; you were damned at birth my child. Born in the absence of innocence, in anger and reproach instead. Like some hybrid species; a genetic anomoly in a uniform sea of green. Dethroned or disemboweled- it is all the same to you.