mv: judas

Judas is a skinny boy with slouched shoulders, blades edged and peaked and trembling in the dark, with his mind wrenched in pieces and a bloody mess of contracting muscles where his heart should be. His laughter is hollow and flat, like a wounded animal that was shot but refused to to die just yet. There’s a tree right beside him and a rope snakes down; the weight around his throat is nothing compared to the one pressing down on his shoulders.

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there are thirty silver stars on the nights sky that tell the story

innocent and pure

the boy bends over and hurls his grief in the sand

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Judas bleeds silver and vomits blood,

or perhaps it’s the other way around but he doesn’t remember anymore

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here’s what the books never tell you:

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he was in love

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his body still sways in the wind when they find him

thirty shards of broken stars at his feet

- this is the revolution I lost | r.m