Monstrous stones
created the now
legendary wall,
riddled with hairline cracks.
Beyond on
either side?
No one really knows.
It’s all hearsay as of now.
The wall had
been built for
reasons honestly
no one can remember.
But there’s a
damn good reason—
each individual
is damn sure.
Rain has fallen
upon the wall.
snow has gathered
too.
Even lightning—
struck it once.
Fuck, at one point
children set the growing
vines around it
on fire. Just for
play.
The upkeep alone
is exhausting for
All parties
involved.
But it’s worth it—
to fucking feel safe.
It’s worth it not
to see the other side;
what if something unpleasant
appeared?
Knocking
down the wall
could potentially
end the fear.
I fear it
will not
ever
end.
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