Lately, I have gotten into the habit of climbing a certain hill that overlooks the entire city at 2 o'clock in the morning, lighting a cigarette, surveying it all and then going back home to go to bed.
I went up today and took a long look at it. A sno-globe of coke addicted models and other predictable people. The cars moved like crustaceans along the bottom of the ocean. Everything was rough and sexual in a sea of shadows. The cigarette blossomed into fire and ash, edges pulling back like the petals of something trying desperately to become beautiful.
I took a puff of the cigarette and blew it up into the few visible stars, making one wish deep within the sno-globe. Snuffed out the torch lit to the slithering, hissing demon-goddess living in my body. Took a breath, sat.
I prayed.
I went up today and took a long look at it. A sno-globe of coke addicted models and other predictable people. The cars moved like crustaceans along the bottom of the ocean. Everything was rough and sexual in a sea of shadows. The cigarette blossomed into fire and ash, edges pulling back like the petals of something trying desperately to become beautiful.
I took a puff of the cigarette and blew it up into the few visible stars, making one wish deep within the sno-globe. Snuffed out the torch lit to the slithering, hissing demon-goddess living in my body. Took a breath, sat.
I prayed.
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you are a goddess of compasion..not a hissing demon
and it makes me remember a similar place i once had... a field overlooking the whole city. and with lots of rasperries.
it seems like if people knew the kind of reflections you could have in a place like that, maybe they'd pay attention.