Littlest Brontides | cereseithne
Ferocious
What has relentlessly betided yet again? The convulsing finger unknowingly traces the cicatrix on the delicate arms, where, the ferocious affliction brought about by monstrosities was repressed as if looming out of the gloaming. The vehement heat began to resurface like before, slithering like serpents on the skin. Ever tormenting. And then a scream reverberated, until not a minute later, it was all but silence.
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Littlest Brontides
PoetryAn anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
