by Neesa Suncheuri
The air shakes when he yells.
It affects my inner light.
My soul begins to flicker like an
Ailing halogen bulb.
And then it sputters.
Fizzles out.
Dies.
by Neesa Suncheuri
The air shakes when he yells.
It affects my inner light.
My soul begins to flicker like an
Ailing halogen bulb.
And then it sputters.
Fizzles out.
Dies.
