![]() ![]() There is no escape from that voice or thoughts that drag you deeper into a sense of not knowing what is true, or right. ![]() There are no moths to eat their way through. They ricochet frantically, unable to perforate the veil knitted by life events. Have you ever been in a place so devoid of light you can no longer see your hands in front of your face? The darkness tricks your mind into thinking you might only be a voice with tiny thoughts like particles trying to escape a black hole. They shift to form strings of dark matter that hold me together for some unknown reason. ![]() Past the event horizon, tears pool at my feet. Milagros Ix Chel, the Prophet – 2030 Chapter One The wind will reduce them to faceless dust.’ Go forth with the brown masses of chicharras to deafen ‘You are the embodiment of their hate and they shall choke UKPB-224pp-The_Queen_of_the_Cicadas_cover.jpg ![]()
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