To The Other Side

Let’s make a run for the spectators who hesitated at the moment of freedom, sacrificed all the books, all the paintings and the music. Burnt the old culture to the ground. It’s an impossible situation. The old gods formed a circle, held hands, sang Kumbaya until the lady with the insect eyes left the hollow vacant field. She wasn’t looking …

snakes

The treacherous fucking snakes will sell you out in a heartbeat although you might not be watching them, they sure as fuck are watching you, waiting for an opportunity to bite your heel and watch you fall and wriggle in the dirt crutching your heart and yelling, “Et tu Brute?”