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"Cathedral" (2020)

๐–ˆ๐–†๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–‰๐–—๐–†๐–‘;โฃ


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Thin fingers drifted across ivory keys on an elaborate organ. Wild, gold sculpture erupted from the instruments casing, an ornate masterpiece bellowing an echoing din around the dark room.โฃ


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Every night, he played here. Every night, rough fingertips ghosted across an almighty graveyard of octaves and he wove the same concerto over and over again. Haunting and solemn, with a trickling finale that seemed to weep tears across the ancient stone floor, the song cried into the night hovering just outside.โฃ


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Pulling back from his instrument, a misty gaze moved to address his lover, Celeste. She was an ethereal beauty, all waves of crimson hair and a sweet apple blush, and every night, without fail, her charcoal gaze adoringly watched him work.โฃ


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"Oh, my darling Celeste," the musician crooned, pushing his velvet stool away from the maw of ebony and ivory, "Always watching. Always listening. How I adore you--!"โฃ


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Pointed boots clicked across stone as he closed the space between them. His beautiful Celeste, her mouth agape at his talents, hung suspended from the walls. Each silky palm pierced through with a nail, her crimson waves tastefully obscured her bare breasts, empty eye sockets frozen in permanent awe above his grand organ. At her sides, his three brothers, each wide, empty mouth cheering in permanent celebration of his music. Just above, his mother, her wrinkled skin sagging if not for the sprinkling of iron nails adhering her to the wall. His father, all fifteen cousins, grandparents, across, upwards, every inch of the walls were draped with his macabre audience of family and peers. Each suspended skin boasted a clownish, toothless grin and a pair of hollow eyes, all of them damned in praise everlasting. Each flayed skin hung eternal in his almighty flesh cathedral.โฃ


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But, she was his ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ.โฃ


Leaning in, he pressed a chaste kiss to Celeste's rouge-smeared, gaping mouth.โฃ


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He'd fallen in love, upon first sight, the night he ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ž.โฃ


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Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/bdzbe6bp

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