86: Prey

The old priest, perhaps curious after watching me stare at the church walls for so long, finally tapped on my shoulder and asked warmly, "Time to pray?"

 I flashed him a smile as I slipped my hand into my inner breast pocket,

"Yes father, time to prey."

What is the best horror story you can come up with in two sentences?

💜💜💜85: anti-alpha

'why are you always
so angry at the world?'
she asks.
she knows the best i could do to answer
is stutter and falter

but
i wish she could see herself
in this haven cum prison
when her own son
rolls his eyes
and says she's noisy
when all she's telling him to do
is pick up his soiled socks
from the guest room
that he always
messes up.

so i scream
at the top of my lungs
inside my fuming head
'because you can't see
and i can't accept
that we are treated
as less of a person
because
they see themselves as kings
and we're anything but queens'

-- but she doesn't see what i see.

and she allows them
to treat her the way they do
and she refuses to accept
my retaliation; my support
to my amazement
to my horror
to my disgust.

i know he's your own blood,
but

how can you let him do this to you?
how can you do this to yourself?

84: tempo rally

This is the Future:

identified by = #

evaluated by = %

penalised by = $

and forced to face

an infinite input of facts and figures 

and insanity in the form of information overload

of truths and half-truths,

of white lies and whole lies,

with processors

swollen by nothing of importance,

with memories

numbed by nothing of relevance.

here are beings

disinterested

for having existed

in a world so filthy and twisted,

and be judged for crimes they had to inherit

and to right wrongs they did not commit --

This is the Future.

getting closer and closer

as loud as ever

but on mute.

This is the Future,

where the silent screams

are nothing

but

deafening.