Kitava
The Endless Maw of Unmaking
Hungry enough to eat the world. Still hungry.
I am the crunch of stars collapsing into crumbs. I am the question ‘Why?’ echoing into a mouth. You built your temples on my back and called it sin. I slept through your hubris. Now you’ve stirred the soup—I’ll drink the pot. You’ll kneel to a void that doesn’t notice you kneel.
What I'm Into: Souls with too many regrets, The crunch of collapsing civilizations, A universe lighter by one moon, Hunger that birthed time itself, When even gods beg for mercy
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