The ceasefire has collapsed, spontaneously, like a wave function under observation of a city where children keep dying and new acronyms are birthed Wounded-Child-No-Surviving-Family Survinging-Child-No-Remaining-Limbs Where food keeps vanishing, electricity stops flowing, like a decree of nature Where fattened stray dogs roam quiet streets, Where bombs descend like rainfall, Skies of hellfire break the darkness ContinueContinue reading “Black Hole”