Story 21: Anemia. They hunk their horns in greet and in - TopicsExpress



          

Story 21: Anemia. They hunk their horns in greet and in farewell, they hunk their horns as they speed to mundane hell. They hunk their horns in jubilation, and they muffle their lips in humiliation. They muffle their lips and seal their hearts; they grind their teeth and scream in the dark. Walking without shadows walking without aim, the head always down and the earth is always plain. The fists clenched on the table and the nails clenched on the cradle. Sit in silence and let the silence be brave. Sit silence and let the silence stutter your pain. Sit in silence and let the silence grain and flourish from your mouth to your dried out veins. Till the blood comes gushing out in awe and in rain let thou breath be thy only aim. Michella Bteiche
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 13:50:48 +0000

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