#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)


#139 (white doves slain)

muddled thoughts hiding like stray cats behind the garbage bins brimming with expired promises black rain, smelling of coffee and coal the gutters full of blood by white doves slain inside voices shouting meanwhile I'm sawing down the legs on your stolen throne verse by verse 2nd May 2017