Andrew Mendez
The Tao of Cards
The cards were casted beneath bedsheets colored in infused dreams that bled into my skin.
Here the male was raped, stolen from his manhood and intoxicated by the hand of fate which promised everything but delivered nothing that could be measured in metric standards.
This is the card which combines my life,
my fears,
in a turbulent relic embodied in a cruel oversimplification of immoral security.