Vorago

I wept all night until my eyes turned dry, my face was bathed in sorrow, my soul soaked in dispair.

Images of a burning wasteland come to my head; within it, my heart goes up in flames, erasing what little remains of my collapsed humanity.

I return to the abyss, eager to learn what darkness this fragile world lives in, eager to swim in the neverending poison that flows from our words.

(foto: Carlos Ponte)