#premonition

[charnel-grounds]

Henryk Weyssenhoff (1859–1922), “Przeczucie” (Premonition)

oil on canvas, 1893 — source

[viceandmature]

Ultimecia Forms VS Selphie, Rinoa and Quistis in Final Fantasy VIII Final Battle

[tine5]

[zilizili]

[mercerharlan]

SEE ANGEL

Cicero, IL

September 2025

[saphiracreations]

In that thin place is a song about something that is felt before it happens. A premonition, or a memory arriving early

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[cosmicportal]

[pbwells3]

2026 Premonition From the Dark

2026 Premonition From the Dark by p.b. wells

I sit in my Fortress of Solitude, lights off, and it feels like a bunker, and the dark is not just dark.

I’ve had bad nights before. I’ve had those moods that crawl up your throat and make your tongue taste like rust.

but this is different. this is heavier. this is a hand on the back of my neck, forcing my face toward the future and making me see precisely what is coming.

it is not a feeling. it is a premonition. a black one. a mean one. the kind that does not knock. it just steps inside and sits down like it owns the chair.

I see my country split like a cheap bar fight that never ends, people spitting hate at strangers as if it is holy water.

I see people who call themselves Christian stringing lights on plastic trees and cheering as bombs drop on people they have never met, never listened to, never mourned.

Merry Christmas. have a body count.

I see violence wearing a badge, masked faces, hooded shadows, moving through streets like it's hunting season.

I see the military once meant for defense turned inside out, marching through cities like an army of occupation on home soil.

I see cities treated like conquered land, boots on sidewalks, hands on weapons, eyes empty and eager like they are waiting for someone to give them a reason.

I see aid cut like a throat.

lifelines yanked away from the poor, from the middle, from the people who work and still end up tired and broke, so some gold and marble-obsessed bastard can add another digit to a number he will never spend.

millionaires fatten into billionaires while families count change for bread, old folks shiver under bridges and overpasses, kids learn hunger like a second language.

and over it all I see an evil old man, arrogant, selfish, perverse. who thinks the country is his property, his mirror, his stage, his personal tool of revenge.

old enough to know better, rotten enough to do it anyway.

I sit in the dark and the dark stares back like it’s taking notes.

the chill is not from the weather. it is the weight of what I know. it is the future breathing right behind me.

I sip the Admiral, let it burn down like a small mercy, and I sigh.

I want to say Happy New Year.

but my premonition is already here, unpacked, with the door locked from the inside.

so I raise a glass to the coming year as my hand shakes just a little.

not from cold.

from knowing.

https://www.deviantart.com/pbwells/art/2026-Premonition-From-the-Dark-1283614506