Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Creative writing and fiction, De-ale vieţii, ENGLISH, Life, Literatur, Literatură

Last station

Outside: the sun in 
the fresh leaves, weightless petals, 
pink with the promise 

of fruit. 

Inside: blood, phlegm and 
the screams of people birthing 
their death; that labor 

of leaving.

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