#archtober2022

And here’s day 1: Forsaken

Millennium

I hope my bones wither

and turn into dust

that breeds flora which pull sheets of

greenery over our fallen empires

taking back into the earth

the dust from whence it all came.

I hope my Mother

sings Her adamic lullabies

over the slumbering Lion and Lamb as

stars blink in morse

years too late to say goodbye to the

humans who fought themselves to extinction.

I hope that in the end

it was all worth the agony

and the ecstacy of being human

as the years erode our memory

leaving nothing but bruises

It’s empty.

I had a dream I was nine months pregnant.

The next Virgin Mary I guess, and

Suddenly on the floor of the mall I was giving birth

Crying for a hospital or a doctor or any help at all.

It might always be empty.

And all my family watched. And so I gave birth there on the mall floor, and I scooped my baby up in my arms, and it was beautiful.

And it was mine.

And it was turning blue.

I cried for an ambulance, or a doctor, or any help at all.

The price to fill it is too high.

So I gave my baby cpr. Breathing life into its tiny body, desperately crying as I poured myself

Into my child.

And after eternity,

It took a breath.

And then another.

And I cried. And I held my baby, and I was terrified to be a single mother.

And then I woke up.

And my baby died.

And my womb is empty. And it may always be empty. And if I were to fill it, the faceless man in my future plans would have to gain a face, and a name, and a dick, to go with me, and marry me, and be inside me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for him to gain a face and a personality and a place in my life.

What's Archtober? It's this:

A bunch of prompts for the month of October made by the Mormon art collective, The ARCH-HIVE.

The prompts can be done every day or you can combine them and do one every other day. They don't have to be visual art either. Poetry, short stories, there's even a guy who just uses the prompts to show pictures and talk about one particular mountain. Haven't seen anyone make memes for the whole month yet, but that could be you!

Increase the body of Mormon arts!

Have fun!

Oct 3–Unearthly

At what point do I put off the “natural man” too much

And cease to be human?

When striving not to be “of the world”

Will I notice I’m no longer in it?

I sing “more holiness give me” and pray

There’s something left of me to be given.

And these fears are unfounded. I’m sure—and yet I worry one day

Forsaken

even when

the gyre turns

and churns

and the falcon

flew too far

that second revelation

that lion trudging through the sand

that ceremony gasping

are not forsaken

and though it feels to be