The air is saturated by the stench of a perspiring structure, which decomposes into the swollen soils beneath. And there you cower… in a contorted stance, with your bitten limbs sunk against those horrid walls and cemented with your deceit!

By M.Rose, 27.02

If you could, would you choose to forget and set aflame to the inflictions that stench of regret?

– 16.09 M. Rose