Irrevocable
you look like a ghost
you look haunted
you look hunted
barely alive, clinging to a bottle
bruises on your fists
a cut under your eye
like a caged animal
lost and confused
lashing out in every direction
all you know is that bottle
and that anger
I can smell your anger
rising off you like steam
flickering down unspeakable paths
into pitch blackness
did you ever find it
whatever you were searching for in the bottom of that pit
or did it eat you alive
I don’t remember anymore
those doors are locked
I can still hear one of us screaming
Written By: Chris Lukens
Visual Art By: Kseniia Ha
About the Artist: In the past, I have learned how to draw religious icons, following all the scholastic rules. I have studied perfection in the craft, technique and formula of how to draw the divine face, until I finally came to feel an intangible truth: that all people on Earth already are ideal. We already are what we are searching for. I truly believe that we are the iconic images.
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