• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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The Rupture

Double blind, bound by fear
At the edge of the world
Unable to look
To see
To know

Yet even so the tide is turning
Against blinkered cold-linened convention
Eroding the shell
Exposing the heart, the essence
The mask at last
Cast adrift

And the pulse senses
The rupture coming
Beats to a faster rhythm
Straining against grey mediocrity
Splitting the black-veiled void
Ready to leap into the blue