H I R Æ T H

 

There is nothing left unsaid...

 

Words came avow: the scratch of pens upon blank pages made them sing a-new melodies that ripple the ache in my veins. Providence wore and tore itself into Oblivion's belt. Our bodies came undone: lungs fumed into air whilst hearts syncopated into drops -- lost in the hue of its own sparkle, lips unspooled their citizenship whilst eyes gazed solemnly into the abyss until melting into wax, hands longed to unhinge every broken bone and disarm every blood-flooded verse that pre(c)ludes Fate whilst feet marched and sinked naked and (un)afraid, one last time, around (your) every crevice until becoming a trail of scars and vestiges...

Photographs by: Henry J. Rivera

Words by: J Guillermo Paleo

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