D. I(E)NFERNÖ-22
by JiDEH
there are some people in this world that hold mythological powers that make you believe that you could jump from the 11th floor and make it out alive. no, there are people in this world that make you believe that you could breath under water and live eternally. & sure, the lord/e has risen and the sun has fallen but there are people in this world that you will meet that will make you believe (even if only through guilt alone) that you, a mortal, can save the dead. a passionate assertion that bullets aren’t rea|, that murder is a myth, that the story was really just gossip, a rumor, a scandal, a farce. and here i am, writing through my loss and here you are, reading through whatever you can find.
“im so sorry, have we met?”//
“no, i’m just a friend of a friend that tried to save the dead man in the coffin.”//
“terrible isnt it?”//
“they said he was shot 5 times and that he had no business in Brooklyn anyways.”//
“well, the more you know the more you grow.” //
“where should i leave the flowers? there actually already dead but aren’t they just the prettiest thing, I would hate for them to just go in the trash.” //
“oh, ill take them, ill make sure they stay alive… well, whatever life is left in them.”//