BY ALESSANDRO CASTELLANI Locked away in my dark room staring into space fixed on my suffering caused by kicks and humiliation literally and emotionally Alone I find myself seizing my lament that has taken every moment in my life Shame is my mask as I am the weak prey of the pack that destroy my…
Tag: silence
BY VIVIAN COLOMBO Fine sand, Warm sand, Dry sand. I’m here speaking to you, I’m here gazing at you While you extended in your length and width. I’m here And my heart is carried away by your smell, By the words you evoke in my soul. This place is called desert…
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