Vivre et laisser vivre
Aggressive winds, banging on the panes made of frosted satin, pellucid moistness within closed doors, dripping down the glass, with heavy steps. The closet— a home to piranhas with gills of frozen and bloodied secrets; curtained off from the world. How many more self-immolations? to let live in peace, the freedom of choice held captive; in a society enshrouded in the darkness of stigma and discrimination. ©songbriti