Speaking Tongues
it seems to me
the only language i speak
is ruined temples
former glory
lost potential
a language i never wanted to speak or repeat
but one that the gods
forced upon me
a mirror for a faceless man
indeed
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.