dreams wanned, sun stolen,
empty sky filled with regret,
no one would cry out
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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This was so poignant and emotional. I loved it!
well done
This was wonderfully cryptic, it is as if the sky is personified. No longer able to inspire our dreams, motivate our endeavours. The sky is feeling blue, and no one on earth is there to cry out in it's place. Thought provoking, what refreshing read. Well done.