Whispering Wounds

Whispering Wounds

The lights of the last house are also dimmed. You watch your city turns into ruins. Perhaps the only light left in your hand is the burning part of the cigarette. The darkness that makes cancer the more it burns stands before you with all its being. Aren’t you ready to light up with a lighter when you hug this darkness ?
Aren’t you cold too? like the pitch you look at with envy. The road that used to be foggy and uncertain is now how the sea is for you. after all, spirits are like seas too. They are deep. Aren’t you an oyster hitting the shore of the sea and waiting for its wave? When you can’t reach the sea, that scent you leave around will be coming from your stomach, not from your grave. And when you first saw your loneliness grew so much ?…

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