Charcoal

The day you were going to pick me up there was a puddle of charcoal in front of me. And the leaves of the agonizing trees just fell into it, just looking at me as they fell. Your car was waiting on the other side, but I couldn't move for the puddle became larger and [...]

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Desperate voices

In the middle of a storm I can observe, what life whispers behind my back. And as I see her turn her face away, I can see my world turning black.   Now I see the shy lightning bolts, appear in the middle of the gray. Looking directly at us.   Just under sinister sheets, the shackles for now quiet and [...]