Only a few chapters into A Happy Death by Albert Camus but I was thinking about it a lot today.
And the blood
boils, the blood
stains. So would
say Albert Camus.
A Happy Death for
me, maybe one
for you.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Only a few chapters into A Happy Death by Albert Camus but I was thinking about it a lot today.
And the blood
boils, the blood
stains. So would
say Albert Camus.
A Happy Death for
me, maybe one
for you.