Perennial Loop

I caught hold of her inside my hands, bloodied, yet still pumping wearily with life, the transient moment where I might lose her. She was draining away into the dead, the stone cold ground was the last place she would land unto her death. I held the paroxysm of grief in me, shouting words inContinue reading “Perennial Loop”

War Torture

tong. tong. tong. tong. The intermittent gasps between sweet silence were meagre, tong. tong, tong, tong. perennial it was, I had to deal with the clatters of cacophony. I was chained to the cold hard ground as a war victim, there was nothing in the room except the hollowness that was prominent in the room. tong. tong. “MAKE IT STOP!Continue reading “War Torture”