Tag: story
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Horror in my Heart
there is always a preceding horror about writing down stories; the art that haunts the depths, direfully claws the insides of my chest; it’s like a hundred fists clasping within, all unable to describe this colossal conundrum of a human mind. love, you see, i don’t exactly remember when it was that a little girl…
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Home is where I am with you.
It is a warm autumn afternoon in this little country side town, the housewives are drying out the laundry with a child on their tired back while the men are laboring at the new cement factory that came up some months ago. The older people lavishly sit on the lawn with rosaries in their hands…
Prena Poetry 