c.victorynewsmagazine
I think of...
Intravenous drips, hanging from trees.
Indonesia, 2006, post 6.3 quake.
Mount Merapi, meanwhile.
Rumbles discontentedly.
In the distance.
I think of...
US-hurricane season's about to begin.
Predictions grim, sorry to say.
Drills, for all kinds of eventuality.
I think of...
A suicide vest.
Constructed, for maximum fatality.
Impact, of the worst kind.
I think of...
Being the accidental tourist.
Romance strangely, with a point in time.
And then, as always.
I think of...
Tenderness, of a fleeting second.
Fabulous, to the last...
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