On the islands of betrayal…
On the island of Medusa,
I witnessed the bloodshot slate of the self-assertive sky
as it turned into a whirlpool of anger and betrayal,
therefore, it scowled at me threatening
for me to make an exit.
On the island of Vulpes,
I heard the howl of the foxes as the sound waves
shot up my ears, which meant
the night-crawlers had been released.
On the island of Trahison,
I sniffed the smell of betrayal in the air
like hell throwing down its spears.
On the island of Destiny,
I confidently consumed the ripe taste of the
sweetest fruit on the entire island.
On the island of Ceniza,
the flaky, floating ash flew through the sky
like it was combining to make a bone-cruncher.
On the island of Vita,
I saw the cold hearts fade into scattered dust,
like a silent memory,
forgotten…
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