||[Jan. 12th, 2016|04:09 pm]
The scrawled words scared, dragged across an oublette, the bones of fingers protruding out from behind their flesh.|
Word unread hidden away on open walls for any to read.
The violence coursed through their curses.
Who might worry but those oppressed.
The questions scrawling insufferable and still screaming.
Will the screams ever stop.
Pulverized in mind fragments and hammers flying across the great divide.
Persona trapped in a moment.
Locked in a moment.
We brush it off blaise, shrug of the broke tooth misery.
Still we walk dirt and all into the sunset, image, mirage.