La monabuddhanegra


Somehow, she arrived.
Somehow, she knew.
But came she did
and how we laughed.
She fitted just right in.
And when they stopped the madness,
for a while.
Joder.
Look at the fire from within those eyes.
What does she know?
Where has she been?
What hurts has she seen?
See the Chunga cries a tear of blood.



1 of the stories from stories from the sea