- Vol. 09
- Chapter 07
Image by Miikka Luotio
Things grow here
I am the protector of the disguarded.
I was also displaced for being disparate
Now I have been gifted a purpose.
They bring me their unwanted food, the flies
are my friends; I share what I have with them.
Things have started to grow here.
The putrid perfume draws in the dishonoured
to this safe place, there are no rules.
In this place we do not cause disgust
this could be our home.