Thoughts [2] #short prose #flash fiction

I would rather worship the silence of empty walls than your barren heart that you hold so dear; that heart that has never learned how to give.

You thrived in mud like a spring flower, yet by dawn you did not bloom. An infernal amalgam of erudition and sexuality eats your soul like worms eat dead plants. You became one of them: a decomposer par excellence.

I seek purification.

Therefore, forever forgotten – I hope – I return and kneel inside “The Wisdom of the Sands.”*

In the distance patheticism licks your self-inflicted wounds.

*reference to Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s  The Wisdom of the Sands