Amethyst (Part 1)

A black sky and no stars, something I’m accustomed to seeing. Fire escapes, garbage cans, dumpsters, dirty gold windows with beige blinds allowing the light from an age-old lamp to shine through. I see it all the time. Another thing I’m accustomed to seeing is my legs sprawled like I’d been jumped by gang members and stripped clean.


If love conquers all then time conquers everything, for love passes all the
time but time never passes love. Time leads to death which is obviously
end of things, for things pass on to death but does death pass onto things?
Death lets time pass but time often surpasses death, making one immortal.