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Frank

Walls

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  • Image 31

    They would follow any path
    for the god
    that was trickled
    into their hearts and hands.


  • Image 30

    His body ached
    from the weight
    of the storm that followed him.
    As he struggled to free himself
    he watched
    their shadows merge
    from across a sea of silence.


  • Image 25


    Its lies were everywhere, drawing lines of blood between the bones of the world.


  • Image 24


    Their pleas for food and shelter were met with guns and god.


  • Inktober Continued

    I missed a few days in the middle of October, but inspiration hit me for a whole new series of pieces. These are pieces about life, the world, etc. Each image has a short piece of poetry to go along with it. My hope is to publish these in a book at some point in the future. Here are a few. I will post them all eventually. If you want to see them as they're completed you can follow/friend me on Facebook.


    She fed on the red words of lust and longing. And as they filled the emptiness
    inside her they poured from the hole where there once was a heart.


    She was born into a lie and then inherited the apocalypse they secretly made her future from.


    Whenever she stretched the pain would reach out of her back, trapping the world around her.



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