Appetite for Destruction

When the anguish When the anguish spreads its colour inside the dark soul like revenge’s brushstroke, I feel the budding shoot of an ancient hunger becoming shy and gray and the light of tomorrow dying. And, up against me, the inanimate things that I created earlier come to die again within the breast of my intelligence eager for my shelter and my fruits, begging again for riches from a beggar. Alda Merini Translation by Susan Stewart

Artwork: FreakyZi