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 in […]

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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! […]

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