I lifted my head and looked upwards. Clouds of all shapes and sizes were congregating; showing entryways for nuances of light-grey and dark-grey and grey-grey all over the sky. And soon, towards me, a mizzling came tumbling down. And I let it. Droplets tinkled on my face in explosions of fertility, and the sound of…
After a war. How can you ever get better? Will the pain ever go away? Can you... heal?
Rewrite What Has Been Written
Scary, funny short poem.
[...] Bramin, walking up drawn-out alleyways, carried a flyssa sword on his back ; a green-white pearl bracelet gifted to him by his mother ; a satchel leather bag with a long-gilded strap, which allowed enough room for flexible movements. That was why he wore it, as he was fully aware of the dangers which…
Leaving a captain, his ship and the sea. Image by artist: -V