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+The Ridge
+2021-08-23
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+***
+
+It's been
+too long since I've haunted here,
+too long since the flood,
+too long since I've buried myself,
+cursing the hallowed sun.
+
+Another day,
+another pain,
+another reminder why I should restrain
+this desperate yearning to be at your side.
+I can't control myself, you insist,
+can't care for myself, can't abide
+by a single plea:
+*wait for me
+until the war is done.*
+But how can I stay inert at the sidelines?
+How can I watch, patient, as you struggle for life?
+
+I keep looking at your face.
+I keep looking into your eyes,
+into the depravity
+void of grace,
+the sweaty sleepless nights,
+the frights
+that dance between the stone space of your skull.
+
+Little said, but oft reply
+in hopes this boat crosses Imaginai,
+the fierce rivers, the gaudy veil
+that I would without a pause assail
+if it meant bringing closer by one more day
+Eris' death,
+the shatter of masks,
+our withdrawal for some time
+into this world I've somehow made
+without Seliph's curse,
+without my sacrifice.
+
+How many times have you asked
+what I would do once that day passed?
+How long 'til I set down
+this crown,
+bade job goodbye,
+convince parents and friends
+that, although I disappear,
+I'm off to a place where I'll be alright?
+Don't come looking for me,
+don't waste your "precious" fruitless time.
+Your daughter was a sinner,
+passionate, iniquitous,
+desiring, delirious, divine.
+
+It's been
+too long since I've haunted here,
+since I've had to justify
+my right
+to survive.
+
+**
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander