Chaos floods the drain to the sea where light pollution hides stars. and crashing waves accompany eternal darkness. Chirping birds call numbly in the cold mist while vagrants bundle in the sand as worries exile beyond the horizon and warmth blankets bones.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
The Bird's Song 