We see a world without words.
Without belief. No faith.
'Evil is the root of everything,' they scream.
'I beg to differ,' I whisper.
Finding an answer, so difficult.
Are you pushing or are you pulling?
Door after door I slam them all open.
My hair is in my mouth, blood in my eyes.
“Where are you?” I scream.
Looking for anyone. Someone.
No one answers but the thick carpets;
the creaks of the floorboards.
The heavy velvet curtains suffocate me.
A cry. A whimper.
A distant room. I hear a gun shot.
My shoulder burns, who cares?
I slide to the ground, crawling.
Reaching out with bloody hands.
Who cares? I need you.
Whoever you are, it doesn’t matter.
Just that you are.
Dizziness. My hands are lead weights.
Nothing is in focus.
But you are beautiful.
Whoever you are.
I smell the copper, the blood beneath me.
We believe. Together.
Faith is here.
You laugh, hollow. Empty.
It’s me laughing.
Who knew? Who cares?
You’re beautiful. You have faith.
Complete this circle.
The floorboards creak.
I can’t see. I crane my neck.
Blood fills my eyes.
“I’m here.” You say.
My hair is moved from my face.
The world goes go dark.
“Me too.” I whisper. “I’m here.”
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