Lather

Original article can be found here (source): Deep Learning on Medium

The amusements of death seem to sprout,

cracks in the sky,

the broken glass horizon windowing into our futures,

rosemary scattered upon wooden floors,

beeswax candles blowing kisses into the firmament,

as the lips of god stay sealed,

ashes burn until they sink until our skin,

the hellfire cordially meets our veins,

mutating innocent blood into the tears of doves,

descending into tubs of filth,

in which we soak,

until the soul wilts.