The Soulful Atom

Reflecting over life through weird, crazy, ever changing, euphoric, absurd, confused and at times impartial lenses -a journey of curiosity and questions with my two alter egos.. as I try to fall out of the stagnation of instability.. or the desperate attempt to remain..

The offspring

The seed was sown on rainy night..
Or was it summer then?
Days passed and it failed to grow.
She fed it with tears,
and he nourished it with indifference..
Slowly it caught the fungus..
And somewhere started reeking unpleasantness..
She ripped it out of her womb and tore it at the throat..
Her bloodied hands still stink of its soul..
The soul of their offspring..
The murder she willingly committed..
And he allowed..
The offspring always lied about..
The offspring once alive now dead, decayed, suspended..
The offspring free of them..

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