#259 (annihilation)

a landscape of trauma smouldering craters too many tears yet the heat took them all the cruelty of the bomb that simple, fatal promise of annihilation reverberated on sooted foreheads glistening with sweat and fresh blood there is no beauty here it was raped by the maelstrom of collective hate and the weakness of individual … Continue reading #259 (annihilation)


#215 (scissors)

unraveling the knots in her fears cutting up the net of doubt cast upon her mind athirst for sleep mental scissors she forged a word of trust                                                                               a compassionate touch a confident glance   © Matthias Geh, 13th March 2018