A knife in hand. From one hole to another, she drew a line.
a vast black hole, a volcano of blood lava
fire liquid
moving earth
शिव
Category: Scraps
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Nightmares and Terrors
At night, in my dreams, I watch the nightmares of my reality traversing my consciousness. During those waking hours, in daylight, terrors trespass to here, cloaking themselves in hospitality, in keeping peace, keeping calm. Of whom? I asked, my feet at the threshold.
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Scrap 1
Silence rings like an overture to danger, when you have been in wars. You are the war, the aggressor, collateral damage, accomplice, the injured.