Hydra in the Ash

Theoretical Fields

Setting landmines on a quest for peace.

My need for peopling.

A fresh hell.

With bloody stumps, I ignore the door.

Pride sits low in my gut.

Simmering but cold.

I won and lost.

The obsession to continue lies dormant.

You are all very welcome. Sorta.

Obscene details with every blink.

The caustic backlash.

I craved thee still — until it got closer.

My spent candle bleeding tendrils of smoke.

That is your hero.