Chanced up on a gathering
where chests were being beaten
and wedding gowns of nudity ripped in shards
requiems squealed for every pleasure every indulgence
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after reading this, every capillary paralyses in pain
'...and let perpetual light shine on them' Every inch of me felt the pain that had carried from the gathering you witnessed to your words... your lines transport me to haunting visuals and I know from experience that apt reaction is always too late to arrive. Even tears feel awkward in such situations and yes, stony indifference, else the pain would never leave...