Monday, July 31, 2006


Buzzing flies. The sick odour of death. Of incidental cruel abrupt stop. Robbed of dignity. Skin swelling with rot. Puffy, oozing and stinking. Charred flesh splitting to reveal sturdy white bone.

Living with horror. Incensed by horror. Partaking in horror.

Victims to the vicious endlessness of pain and anger.

More anger.
More pain.
More pain. More anger.

1 comment:

Ben Ditty said...

Moved by your imagrey. It's like you were in a battle.