Pretty Insanities

Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami.

Trapped in a facade of impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.

All drowning in the nightmarish truth of actually being smothered in tears of a blue eyed-giant as they fell from the sky of that big blue eye’s, dead decapitated face.

A severed head that hid a heavenly chateau: a false impersonated globe forever resting among the stars.

Inside housing all kinds of dimensional beings rarely ever seen but all known to possess legendary archaic features.

They mastered all the realms and lastly rule our skies.

They are cold warriors of combat- handled by their deadly grace, poisonous envy, blinding halos, and suffocating wings…

Oh!

these undeniably divine things!

First plucked from you, then stolen from me!

A conscious belief known only by those who wish to remain unseen!

Where we all eventually become a common theory spun from all your pretty little inanities.