WOMAN, THE BEAUTIFUL SOUL ~BY SARARANI GHUMARE
There’s a world of beautiful souls in the depths
Facial appearance or character traits it affects
There’s a world of beautiful souls in the depths
Facial appearance or character traits it affects
Trapped under a
Stonehenge
I crawl out from the
Ground my hands are
Bleeding,
My feet drag and
Moss begins to grow on
my shoes
And bugs crawl over my toes
Some say that all forms of darkness are like an abyss. Darkness is twisted silence filled with echoing maniac laughter, and the scent of withering flowers, about as unpleasant as the clicking of nails on tiled floors.
A Coyote crosses the dark street, in the dark fog.
A headless lady pulling shopping carts at the side of the road, her neck lulled back,
A group of men untying two cars on a dark road in the middle of the woods.
Something shady no doubt about it.