
A Slumbering Sojourn Toward the City of Lights
I stand alone, on the edge of an abandoned campground, stupefied by the sight of ashes once bright. Shrouded in sheets of iron and shackles of pyrite, imprisonment has led to an all-consuming ache that has since seeped into the rivulets of my palms. Continue reading A Slumbering Sojourn Toward the City of Lights