The Moya View

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  • Brute Force

    Brute Force

    The blood wiped from her face evaporates into red smoke that always trails behind her. The first inhale before it fades awayattaches to all her memories.Her walls are now painted in crimson and white stripes.She looks upward and heaven drips blood drops.She looks downward. Hell’s crimson river flows.The accusing arrows have her eyes as points.…