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Tag: NaBloPoMo

Sullied

We are lying on the ground, face down, in the dirt. The filth covers our wounds; our blood is a clot in our veins. We cannot stop coughing. Death came […]

Vagabond

There is an emptiness, I can’t explain. An old man who lost his optimism and now covered in disdain. I’m a vagabond seeking refuge. I don’t know where I belong; […]

Space

Time is moving toward the vastness of nothingness—light vanishing at the unseen endpoint. So much, emptiness; my thoughts do not want to be alone.

Invisible

Words distract our intelligence to obscure what is shown. Everything is sleight of hand. They are not wearing any clothes.