La Fin

(fr) The End

E.M Pauling
Nov 7 · 3 min read
Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

I saw the cities scrambling down ablaze, the amber ashes flaring carelessly in the air. I saw the pavements crack with no shame. I saw the smallest and weakest particles swallowed in the newly formed, painfully beautiful crevices.

I witnessed my companionship running as far as my feet could not follow. I saw shattered glasses unforgivingly tearing into those fleshed, heavily-veined, living things in…

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E.M Pauling

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Biochemist by day, amateur/avid dabbler in all things creative: film photography, writing, dancing, sewing, cooking, reading... renaissance millennial 🇰🇪🇺🇸

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