False Prophet, Chapter 1: Blood and Water


What happens when a being is forced into the light? The very first time an infant cries, they are choking on red and clear and shades of life. The mother is mad with emotionlessness. She could care for the pain, and love the lacerations, but all that would accomplish is feeble. She keeps fighting and working, sometimes, more often than not; it is accepted that there is nothing that could be done. The variables are endless, but the outcome is always different most of the time. It almost seems like fate exists. Cruel destiny holds onto the grimy reins of life no matter what. Do not go on what others say. Find out yourself. However, become spontaneous like a chicken. Disregard that simile, it was meaningless in the grand scheme of things- let us rather say “like a non-sentient being.” I beg your pardon for the Earth-exclusive references. Penetration is most often practiced here (which is strange when rubbing should be preferable). Big Brother banned orgasms while Little Sister created a pleasure machine. Hell is not the only non-existent place where moaning is constant. Doing something, for no reason immediately, instantly, is the most beautiful thing we can possibly do. Do anything. You will prove fate wrong. Bleed on an infant. It will do the child good. Spit on it also, the child needs something other than familial fluids. When tears fall all you can do is let tears fall. Continue on with the senselessness.

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About Sean William Lynch
Sean William Lynch is a poet from New Jersey who was born in 1992. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" S.W. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including Milkfist, Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

6 Responses to False Prophet, Chapter 1: Blood and Water

  1. Many thanks for following my blog. I love your writing and rants, your blog makes for very interesting reading. Thanks again

  2. singingbones says:

    I rather like the ‘be spontaneous like a chicken’ phrase quite a lot, glad you didn’t delete it altogether. interesting stream of consciousness, existential prose you’ve got here… love the picture! thanks for liking my blog too…. cheers for existing within and without the boundaries of time and space….. SB

    • Sean Lynch says:

      Yes I was originally going to delete that phrase as I did in the film but I’m rather fond of imagining how other sentient species would view non-sentient beings. Thanks for the input! I will keep coming back to your blog as well.

  3. me says:

    There is something wrong with this author….I hope he gets better

    • Sean Lynch says:

      It is pretty awful writing. Don’t know who you are, “me”, but this was an experiment to get into the mind of a schizophrenic character for a film I wrote.

  4. Matthew says:

    If u spit on infants u are a weird twisted freak. I’ll fucking hold u down and piss in your fucking kouth lame

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