She who alone knows why no human remains were ever recovered from the excavated city, the Mother of the thousand abortions, the One who gave birth to the beats of the rhythm - and the space between each beat, the unnameable principle of dread... the slow flow of the river at sunset obscured by smoke of human flesh from the smoldering ghats...
She who alone knows why no human remains were ever recovered from the excavated city, the Mother of the thousand abortions, the One who gave birth to the beats of the rhythm - and the space between each beat, the unnameable principle of dread... the slow flow of the river at sunset obscured by smoke of human flesh from the smoldering ghats...