Orchids melt into ashen and burnt soil Scars nestle between freckles and lips One, recalls the stench of boiled scarlet Another, drenched in a crown Stricken, bloodied, fallen in combat Screams are muted in the rain He saw nothing: no friend, no foe Merely the lies of law and the fault of men Dream in … Continue reading What is War?
Evening She cried in the evenings, like paint dripping from the walls. She thought of those moments, glowing fragments of a former life, when happiness seeped into her skin. It was something distant, somethings vague, something lost. She dreamt of those lost frames, burning celluloid coiled into ashes. It was winter in her soul - … Continue reading Reborn