Life in trauma

Signature of death
smiles on my face,
I've a good tuning with dark,
hand of wait paints my day,
no pink spoiled my nights,
ink of Julius's tears wrote
my wedding song
on the dooms day.
Because seeping amniotic fluid
from mom's womb
was totally black.

Now no sign of life is in me.

The Shadow of the Self: A Psycho-Intellectual Study of the Lunar Eclipse

For millennia, the lunar eclipse has been viewed through the lens of myth and omen. However, when we strip away the celestial folklore, we ...