Monday, June 28, 2021

Apocalypse by Lorette C. Luzajic

“I have said all that I have to say. There is nothing left for me to do but scream.”
Kay Sage

Apocalypse then, now, and how Kafka-esque her metamorphosis. The barren terrain, destitute, bleak. Her post-industrial cities span the scars of the planets. Where nothing is left alive. Not even love. Kay  takes her death like she takes her whisky: straight up, and self-inflicted. Unsentimental. Shot to the heart.




Lorette C. Luzajic is a widely published writer of prose poetry, usually inspired by visual art. She is the editor of The Ekphrastic Review.


1 comment:

  1. "straight up, and self-inflicted" - can't be more direct or honest than that -

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