Untitled (#1)

She sees darkness but still has praise.

What does snow look like when you can only feel it. The smell of leftover oil and gas coats the road.

The idea of a beautiful, snow-covered city can still exist.

“Hallelujah, Hallelujah,” she says.

She perceives something greater.

Yet she still can’t see.

The city is covered in brown slush and sludge from all the people that can.