Moon Desert
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UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Soulhulk
They lie fallow like an unploughed field. Immobilised, never fulfilled. Like abandoned ships on the beach waiting for their turn. It will never come in their shallow lives. They never fully realise their disadvantage as a dredge. A sweet monetary deal is the best reward for all their hardships. That will be all. That is enough. On weekends, they roar and rampage, repine and reciprocate. For all the malice they encountered during the days spent in the shade. They want to be prominent; they want to rule. Due to the lack of royal reality next to them. The only veracity they accept is the zoo. Despite the stormy weather and hateful faces around. They need to have fun, no matter the time. They don’t pay, government funds wasted on education fuelled by alcohol and drugs.
By Moon Desert2 years ago in Fiction
Soul-Soaking
You can't judge it by appearance. Intrusive, inquisitive, elusive digging will liven things up. Sometimes it's just an arm in a sling. It has the quality of suffering felt so deeply that the entire soul is torn apart. And nothing can be done except a sympathetic nod.
By Moon Desert2 years ago in Fiction
