in the beginning there was love

In your all hallowed eyes
The illusions of my perceptions are
Beginning to completely unravel.

There it is revealed that your smile
Was always where you hid the
Love you needed to keep disguised.

Only now that you have donned this mask do I see you truly as you are.

Love of this intense nature
Is impossible to reciprocate
Here in this masquerade of self.

At least now I finally know that
The possession of my abandoned heart could
End the haunting of my scattered soul.

holloween

There is nothing
Left
To be said

No thing remains
To be salvaged
_____

An excavation
So incomplete
That even the rubble
Has been replaced
With an emptiness so perfect
That this space
Will not exist for
An eternity of nothingness

A hollowing out
So invasive
That implosion
Has been predicted
With an inevitability so flawed
That this time
Will never forget
A single memory
_____

Here was everything
Right
To be done

All things return
To be saved

Scott Kristopher is a Book Artist and Storyteller from Buffalo, NY. He is also a Barista. In a past life, he was trained to be a disciplined Social Scientist; and in some life before that he was most likelya Baobab Tree...