A Lesson Before Dying By Inseo “Alexis” Yang
When the horizon’s eye closes here at the brink held by the wind viridescent deadly shades bounced off the cross dimming cascade about to stroll off a fleeting thought: very decent once to be praised now to be blamed no shine dare to reflect on a deity dressed in roseate skin mobbing infant apes chant bystands too many eyes sewing slogs of violence clawing the hog to demise Now they sorrow out of the blue, or out of the green, omniscience revives claro, play the mafia on one another Run Run Run to the mortal, Hug Kiss Embrace it with pouring empathy though, oh, dreadful— a pale body
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