I don’t believe in angels. I believe in the power of ancient dragon skulls split into halves for the sun to cloak his rays away from the forgotten moon. I don’t believe in Mothers and I don’t believe in Fathers. I believe in masks and and intimate violence that crushes childlike wonder inside the innocent hands of our children. Their hands wrapped around a cotton teddy bear, begging to be heard whilst praying for the power of invisibility. I believe in hollowed wombs filled with joy and birthed regrets. I believe these things because I see these things, I know these things, I spit on these things, I've lived and I will die with these things. You believe in nothing. You believe in whatever the world tells you to believe while you drink your organic teas and sit on your cushioned stools obediently. When you die, you won’t even have to fall. You won’t even have to fall because you’ve never taken a stand. Lucky you. And so, I fall.
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