Orphic

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Orphic

#adventday4

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             He hides beneath the city. In the catacombs

             where the living are to afraid to venture; whe

             -re the dead became his family. Perhaps this

             is his perennial purgatory, for he'll never be

             cleansed of transgressions. He's 1 step

             from hell and 2 steps from heaven.

             The moon's myopic gaze stares at him, never

             truly seeing him. But the regolith satellite is

              his only god, granting him an ashen ray. A

             Hadean halo.

             Pomegranate seeds marinate on his tongue,

             fermenting on his taste buds and reminding

             him of his fate. Like Persephone, he was tri

             -cked into eating then, but unlike her, he ate

             twelve. Twelve bitter seeds for every month

             he spent becoming a part of this ungodly

              Parthenon.

             Maybe this is hell after all. The screams of

             silence pierce his ears more than the dam

             -ned ever could.

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