“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” -Edgar Allan Poe

Draining sands,

Emptying the hourglass;

Parasite gnawing through painstaken hearts.

Refinery of time,

Loosing its substance:

Depleting bosom, and carving a void…


Harrowed faces,

Finely crafed bone –

Work endowed on by one’s self-portrait.

Untenanted image,

Hollowed. Deprived.

Faces developed, not true to life.


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The closing date for the competition is the 10th of March.


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