Genesis and Ashes


Every loss holds great power. We live for Death to take us and die yearning for another day.

It got immobilising cold here since it all went dark. And then, movement from under the ashes, the smell of black coal lining my lungs, and the hope that it would bring some light to our madness.

I would write without editing, I would write without thought, Daily Prompt was a place where madness ran abound, and judgement hid behind blinding flames.

And now, this genesis. This re-birth, we may be a bleep on a radar, but a voice sings louder when there’s even a small chance of it being heard.

Thank you for this new place, and please let me know if the pingback worked.

I will write more about the daily word, once I know I’m not screaming to the walls.


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