Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Morning paper weeps
slaughtered: a father of five
kohl washes away.

Eid Mubarak, though.

10 responses

  1. Oh that’s nice.

    So what do you put on birthday cards?
    Dead babies?

    July 29, 2014 at 10:49 pm

    • Depends on what that morning brings. When is yours though?

      July 30, 2014 at 5:54 pm

      • Hmm, considering what my mornings sometimes bring I’d better keep my birthday to myself.

        July 30, 2014 at 5:58 pm

        • Oh.

          July 30, 2014 at 5:58 pm

          • My birthday’s in November but I don’t like to give out too many identifying details on the internet.
            Just having one person with my identity is terrible enough.

            July 30, 2014 at 6:23 pm

  2. Oh my, what happened? where? That’s so sad.

    July 29, 2014 at 11:39 pm

    • A man named Yassen was murdered in my city a day before Eid.
      Just another human in a sea of people who left behind his loved ones crying.
      Thank you for stopping by, stacilys!

      July 30, 2014 at 6:04 pm

  3. 😦

    July 30, 2014 at 5:24 am

  4. The despair was very beautifully expressed

    August 1, 2014 at 12:42 am

  5. Gloomy as the kohl, that washed away.

    August 9, 2014 at 2:45 pm

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