The inanimate tick of truth
And its tail of lies,
Watching over
Starry-eyes, twinkling under a blanket of starless night,
Looking at
A devious dove spreading glamorous wings,
Only to crawl and meet an abberant end.
An end
That feels
so very endless
Doomed
Like
sisyphus
Struggling
Like
ouroboros

Idk how much sense I make but after what happened in Afghanistan I cannot help but wonder if history will just keep slapping us in the face like that in the name of literally anything. And for how long the demise will be showered over women for wars of men. It feels as if a part of this world just crawled back a hundred years. And I can only hopelessly pray that rest doesn't follow. I feel so powerless in this moment even though I am at a safe distance from the doom itself so I cannot imagine the agony people are facing there. It is shocking that it can still happen. That hand maid's tale can become someone's relativity. I wish for nothing more than just the world to come together and stop this horrible situation. I can only pray for the children who are robbed of their childhood before they could even fathom the difference between striped and stripped.