He fled from screams of messiah. He attained effortless movement, knife slicing air, data streaming through wires. Days before, he touched that lifeless girl, her face glowing metallic even in death. Her lungs inhaled life. Her eyes exploded open. Her death, absorbed into his heart. Back home, confines ripe with frying oil, he held a fired bullet, painted crusted red. He squeezed it into a copper coin. His mother, on her knees, prayed. Now the world knew. He ran until he stood over deep ocean. Then he plunged. Into the unknown ruins, the untouched sands, new kingdom of silence.
- ▼ December (15)