Eden

Tue, 12/03/2013 - 12:45 -- Damsel

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this is eden after the war, where the damned grew tired of living in purgatory. this is god touching down on the coastline, the bully with the biggest fist. and he is not on our side.

 

this is loss. this is not reconstruction.

 

this is what happens when we count our scars and they outnumber the living. this is what happens when you have not met another soul in hours. when you can only hear them. the drowned that do not know. that continue mouthing words. lips open. eyes open. the schools have long been washed away. but the children still wait. bodies still slumped in the classroom. hands still raised. still waiting to be called upon. ronaldo. linda. jessa-marie.

 

...i'm sorry. but you couldn't go back home even if you wanted to. there are no more homes. only sandcastles. help is not coming. they are tired of dirtying their hands to create something beautiful only to have it engulfed by the evening tide. but you are still beautiful. next time i'll be sure to tell you. next time i will show you a castle in the sky. ones that only know of gentle breezes and soft blue. unlike the marine monster that you have become familiar with. the aqua that churns it's teeth. the sapphire that sails ships to invade nations. when you have been swallowed and all you know is indigo.

 

i will show you. 

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