Her Name Is Eleanor

The worst kind of death is when there is no one left behind to mourn the dead. It is when there is no human to look over the body while it burns. It is when there is no one to even set fire to the pyre. Such was the death of the girl in the... Continue Reading →

WAR – ZONE

The bullet now doesn’t haunt me, For now I don’t have to bury them in my chest.   The fire now doesn’t burn me, For now I don’t have to be surrounded by it.   The chain now doesn’t bruise me, For now I don’t have to be captured in them.   The darkness now... Continue Reading →

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