Afterlife
A sea of infant hands grasp up
their eyes drawn out to an abyss
a dark void,
out of reach, the absent hand,
the masked visage, unseen, unseeable
our whispers, unheard, unhearable
God is dead, God is dead.
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A sea of infant hands grasp up
their eyes drawn out to an abyss
a dark void,
out of reach, the absent hand,
the masked visage, unseen, unseeable
our whispers, unheard, unhearable
God is dead, God is dead.
Brilliant first piece, Ella! I love the line: “the repetition of “unseen, unseeable” and “unheard, unhearable” - very powerful.
It would have been cool to expand on the idea and see it in more detail. I look forward to reading more of your pieces :)
I love your imagery and the words that you use. They flow well together and sound pleasant together! Great work! Keep writing ✍️
