The wound
Angie looked sadly at the girl at the other side of her mirror. It was a matter of time. Seconds? Minutes? Thump, thump, thump… The pounding on her door was
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Angie looked sadly at the girl at the other side of her mirror. It was a matter of time. Seconds? Minutes? Thump, thump, thump… The pounding on her door was
Every time your eyeslook at me without knowing me,my soul crackslike a dry trunk. But I have to be a green branchto hold your trembling armand take you with a
“They told us it was a strategic military target. The drone did its job bombing the buildings of the explosives factory with surgical precision. We are now going to eliminate
-Why are you here, Igor? -I don’t know. I saw many people together looking at the same spot and joined the group to find out what was so interesting, Alex.
Where are you? Don’t you get that I can´t even breath without you? I feel soguilty in a comfortable, quiet classroom, listening to a teacher talk aboutsomething I don’t care
There’s no hopefor my longing for oblivion.the night stagnatesin dark moans,and I can’t escapeto his endless lament Hours are centuriesof blind yearning.The stopped clocklaughs at my defeatand I relapse into
Not every nightare equally darknor do they have dead lifeleaning on their windowsills not all sunriseswake up brightnor do they explode in colorsof exciting hope. the wet floor after the
Finally, the sun has risen. I can see now where I am. A cave at the shore of the Ocean. The orange light enters through the opening in the rocks
-How much time do you think we have? asked Rosy -I don’t know: A week? A month? Answered Melanie. They were sitting on the top of the pickup in front