Free Hand #67 (Behold, The Light)

Behold, the light

and cringe. It blinds us

and we close our eyes.

The screams are louder

now, and I have forgotten

words. There is nothing

outside of this but the endless

night that consumes a soul.


 

If you are reading this Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina