Quick thought. Dynamite.

[[She was scared of her own demons, and never dared to ask for help. When she found it, it was an illusion. A desperate try to release the noise in her mind. Seeing what it’s not… and it should be. The truth tore up in a million stripes, and a nightmare of ropes, fierceness and bondage, grew in her veins. But nobody knew, nobody cared.

And during a thunderstorm, there he was, a complete lone rider, solitary wolf, out of control his own fierceness, not a place to rest, not a soul.

The collision was imminent. Throbbing. Explosive. Pure dynamite. You know, the obsession grows…]]

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4 Comments

  1. Very powerful images
    Simply beautiful

  2. Powerful words and image Mar. It is a piece you can read over and over again and each time it brinks a different meaning.

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