Thursday, 23 June 2016
Tuesday, 17 May 2016
Monday, 25 April 2016
There is
no shelter from the storm
swollen with hunger
the voices are coming
dazzle with pain
the hands embrace the void
Thursday, 21 April 2016
And
She regrets leaving everything behind. The new light mellows like a drunken peach bathes her thoughts.
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
Today
Her thoughts are informed by a sense of acute desperation. The city sinking in sewage covered miasma
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