Autopsy of a Tear
Photographer unkown It was just me, the decrepit earth and the hollow whiff of a cinnabar skyline. Beyond this barren vista echoes of an eternity consumed resonate vibrantly in my being… Stars, whole lives, plethora of shades, and diaphanous emotions… lay serried, charred by time’s intemperance. I want to dissect… to be able to understand however… I do not want to tamper the only testament, of my inner absolute. So, with my gaze I rend the scintillating ichor of a yawning turmoil only to see that, the heart has long dried out. But… for the last time it spilled its cry, letting free fall the last... drop…