Costas K.


“You went out there a boy and came back here a man”
Only.
I don’t feel like a man.
I don’t feel human at all.
I feel like something fundamental.
Something sacred.
Has died.
Not in an instant.
No.
Slowly.
Like it was strangled.
Intimately.
Drawn out.
Savoured.
All the while carving pieces out of my flesh.
Until, by the end.
I was more scar than…

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