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


My words are mislaid and dispersed within your tender, fleshy vessel; like an astrayed entity scouring a nebulous, dense and emulsified forest. I urge you to seek and decrypt these incoherent, defaced words that are buckled and suspended on adhesive webs of strained, charred branches.

— M. Rose


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

– 16.09 M. Rose