It begins slowly. Just an ethereal sound like the quiet hum of raw piety, a low breeze passing through a celestial organ of silver pipes pointing towards God. The throb… you feel it in that little hollow under your throat. It grows inside you, a benevolent warm cancer swelling around your chest, prickling your skin. […]Madcap
Thank you sir ❤ Means a lot to me. Especially proud of this one – first time in ages a piece of writing felt good.
I enjoyed it very much. Its richness of character completely pulled me in ❤