Fistful of blackness I swallow, swallow with an insatiable need I’m afraid the rage, the fire that glares at the ink Defiant has me crackling under the skin. How I laugh at my audacity, yet here I am Here I am swallowing fistful of blackness to my own fiery demise... ...embers sparks jagged tongue What say you, O Hunger?

6 responses to “Fire that glares.”
Gorgeous imagery, Rafia. Resonates.
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Thank you Jeff 🙂
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You’re welcome, Rafia. Always. 🤍☺️
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Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank YOU for taking the time to read them ❤
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Beautifully written.
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