[A piece from the Moroccan bus journey. It wasn’t that horrific, honest, I was just sunburnt and inspired!]
Veins thick beneath raw skin
its sheen as bright as its source
the fire
still rages
Veins full
Blood pumping
To keep nerves intact
to keep pain and adrenaline
flowing
like healing water
Raw skin
blisters
Raw minds
fester
over damage done and still to do
Battles won and still to lose
No one can last
The flames of this anger
the flames of this hatred
the flames of this earth.
My name is Skylance 