Nesting Lumens
You've abandoned your homes and everything that you ever loved, and for what? You have voluntarily exchanged the dearest wishes for the screams for help from men you don't know. You have replaced the innocent, sky-blue beloved eyes for a set of empty dead ones. Told where to shit, where to stand, and how to proceed, yet you can't fathom what's wrong while you caress the ragged holеs in your body instead of the heads and hair of thosе you adore. Wavering as you bask in a shower of lead and cast a naive plea to be anywhere but here. A tapering frame of light thrusting you into a state of incandescence, as the throes of fear set in

"Day three. I woke up in a bed made of hay and roots. For a brief but fleeting moment, I couldn't recall the incidents of the past days. This, however, changed drastically fast, as it all came back to me in a sole blink of an eye. I could vividly sort out each individual plea for help, each scream and cry, slowly receding. The shower of arrows and the hissing sputters. By then, I was fully awake. I arduously managed to stand up and tried to make sense of all the items and commodities I had gathered along the way, what to bring with me and what to leave behind. Recognizing shapes was difficult; I struggled to open my eyes, sealed with rheum and the congealed bits of shit and blood shrouding my entire body. I realized I needed to find water to drink and rinse myself with, but couldn't find even the pettiest pond. The drought had been punishing us for months, and it eventually led us here, to try and access resources that aren't ours to spend, that aren’t meant for us. Needless to say, we never got that satisfaction, as in our presumptuous arrogance, we couldn't have prepared to face the horrors, the dreads of what awaited us here. The ringing in my ears started to subside, not that there would've been anything else to