Last day of Winter
I love how your words flows in this piece, Aurelian. For me, it brings up the feelings of witnessing a ritual. I wonder if that was your intention?
Yes.
All I write is ritual.
I saw the scream in the mirror. This time, I answered.
My only intent is ritual.
I am not a writer or an author.
I am a ritualist who became a writer, by accident.
You witnessed.
That was my intention.
The world is poison, and we happily feast upon it's rotting flesh.
Loved this one. I interpreted it myself in a couple of different ways. Either way. A crucifixion.
I love how your words flows in this piece, Aurelian. For me, it brings up the feelings of witnessing a ritual. I wonder if that was your intention?
Yes.
All I write is ritual.
I saw the scream in the mirror. This time, I answered.
My only intent is ritual.
I am not a writer or an author.
I am a ritualist who became a writer, by accident.
You witnessed.
That was my intention.
The world is poison, and we happily feast upon it's rotting flesh.
Loved this one. I interpreted it myself in a couple of different ways. Either way. A crucifixion.