...Fore-tellers...

I saw them kneeling on the earth
barefoot, their mouths dry
their nudity their only clothes to wear
Prophets with long ash-grey hair
and their voice of why
spat out with their breath

Star-like dolours heart their eyes
it's time for you to compromise
regrets are flying in the air
to wash away signs of despair

Text and photograph by Marsia Sfakianou. All rights reserved
Title of photograph: grandma's house