Flashes of Scars / Zeta Ferrer
I watch the storm spread over the surface in scars lighting-bright over sensitive skin. Drawing etched into canvas jagged edges and seams. Yet I dance in the silence between loud thunder roars heartbeat drumming in rhythm with a sky lit above. In my veins it resounds, the celestial pain, and the red rain within is contained by the raging rain without.
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Gorgeous words :)