I opened the door. Inside was a single rotting apple. I took it and placed it in my pocket. I closed the door. I turned ninety degrees to my left. I stepped forward several times. I reached the top of the staircase. I let myself fall. I let myself fall. I let myself fall.
The apple resides within me, the apple does not judge. The apple is neutral. Within the apple’s eye we are all equals. Within the apple’s eye we are all insignificant. Fleeting pustules upon the ever rolling skin of the earth.. none to be trusted, none to be saved, none to be dusted off when lifted from the grave. None to be guarded, no memory. None to be helped, or salvaged, or freed.

One with the last dance. One with the gray. One with the solemn tear funeral day. One bridal veil, stained black from white. One from the never ending widows’ night. One from the cellar. One from above. One from hatred. None from love.

Deep web is crawling, data is spilled. None more wise, but none weaker-willed.

Never is always, always is naught. When will you silence, you, teaching the taught. You always fought bravely, did you have a cause? From birth were you taken by militant flaws? Waxing and waning, lunar array. Are you prepared for the price you must pay?

Are you prepared?

Are you?

Am I?