eyes finally gone
nerves burned
morphed into oblivion
all that remains
are fleeting memories
of colors you owned
.
postcards from the carnal asylum. no. 92.
day 75 . carnal asylum II.
Published by madmagpie
Stream of happymess
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame. Espresso. Writing. Photography. Rambling. Mostly fiction peppered with occasional bits of reality.
Stream of happymess 