Wedged tight. Mum holding me, another back presses: shiny leather. A ball of metal gleams, hurts my eyes; a bottle pushed, suck, suck. Swerve fast, swerve, slow; tighter grip; nervous eyes gaze down. A whisper: he will protect us my… Read More ›
You cut through the breaking dawn, its dew quivers, scattering notes; you waft high on the night air, swallowing stars to forge heaven. Your music floats its ancient song stirring sleep piercing souls calling believers to prayer.