THE TIME BEFORE SATIRE

 THE TIME BEFORE SATIRE IS A CRUEL JOKE. CUT MY FACES IN TWO, AS I DID WITH MY WRITINGS. AND NOT TO FORGET TO TOUCH THE LOVELY, BEAUTIFUL FACE OF A YOUNG GIRL WHO IS TOO AFRAID TO CONFESS ANYTHING. TO TOUCH & PROTECT, TO NEVER COMMIT ERRORS. AND TO BE GUIDED BY THE MIND, NOT BY THE HEART. AND TO GUIDE BY THE MIND, NOT BY THE HEART. 

MY OLD BLACK CAT NEAR THAT OLD ROAD OF THE OLD STREET. ON WHICH NO HUMAN BEINGS ARE LEFT. WHAT WILL THOU TELL ME THIS TIME? IN OUR NAME, OUR FAILURES WERE NAMED. INNOCENCE ONCE, INNOCENCE NEVER. MY PALM NEAR HER EUROPEAN FACE, A GREEN-EYED CREATURE. AN UNREAL PHANTOM, A HALLUCINATION, A PHANTASY.

PROTECTED HER AT ALL COSTS. WHILE THE BODY OF MINE WAS ASLEEP, THEY GATHERED AROUND IT & DISCUSSED THE ERROR OF MY FAITH. TALKED ABOUT HOW TRAITOROUS I & MY IDEAS ARE. NOT GOOD MEN. NOT GOOD PEOPLE. IN MY HALF-SLUMBER I HEARD THEIR DIALOGUES. A TONE OF EMBARRASSMENT. 

THE NEAREST SOUL EXPLOSION. SOME ORIENTAL LOOKING YET EUROPEAN IN APPEARANCE CREATURES CRAVED THE TOUCH ON THEIR SOFT FACES WITH MY HANDS. NOT THE FIRST, NOT THE LAST. A GENTLE KISSER. THE INVISIBLE ONES. ON THE ROOF I WAS & HUNTED THEM DOWN. 

DINOYA 13/6/23 - 6/13/23