Lethe

Lethe
Originally uploaded by Archer Braun.

All things one has forgotten, scream for help in dreams.
-Elias Canetti

Coppery tang and slippery teeth, drenched in the memory of rended, dripping ruin.

A cool, ancient voice whispers a soothing, wordless murmur.

Let it lead your padded footsteps, guide your spattered skin, sooth the rustling, hot parchment of your ancient heart.

Shrug off the slouch and slaver. Arch the back and roll the eyes toward the stone arches of this most ancient of wombs.

Be born.

Again.