The sun inflicted unbearable pain on her eyes. For this reason, shelived in this damp and gloomy hou

The sun inflicted unbearable pain on her eyes. For this reason, she
lived in this damp and gloomy house, with boarded up windows. Her companions were rats, beetles and moths, flown here in search of light, but lost in the dusty corridors.
In the nights of the dark moon, she crept out, groping the gray wooden walls filled with hundreds of rains; the shutters, as if they had been affected by smallpox from the beetles; the steps where the wind was sleeping — her faithful dog…
The door grumbled warnings about how inhospitable the world was beyond the threshold of her refuge, but she didn’t listen, she stepping uncertainly on the porch where the spinning wheel stood, twined with threads of the past.
Only on these nights could she spin the web of her painful memories.
Pulling out bare nerves, anxieties and fears.
Now she remembered all the deaths that she had nursed on her hands, she remembered how the voices silenced and the diseases bloomed… She remembered how rotten flesh melted, exposing the moon’s reliefs of bones.

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