Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Story | Formation of Ruby Gems

Hammer. Drill. Crack open the ground.
Noisy sounds burst from the brutal actions, evading consciousness.

Pieces of flesh and shell pop out.
Pain spazz acutely from the reminder core out to the public sphere.

The ocean flood out, enveloping the defenseless histories and memories.
Glisters of Red glow, endlessly lighting the dark narrow alleyway.

Tears, compound with complex thoughts and desires,
gush down the valley and formed numerous canals.

Will there be a tomorrow?


2011/04/12

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