Day: Mar 30, 2022

There are these grand chapels on my way to work,

I wish I could pinch them with my devil’s fork.

The frost is biting down and chewing the bells,

And my eyes are burning with the flames from hell.

The faces pressed against the windows scare me,

They are waiting for another night to marry.

I look straight forward and hold onto my breath,

Trying to ignore the teeth reaching for my neck.

Still, the chapel towers sing the smoothest symphonies.

I know I will get swallowed by these prophecies.

There are these grand chapels on my way to work,

I wish I could pinch them with my devil’s fork.

-Jackie