The Martyrdom of Quddus
The Martyrdom of Quddus One hundred and thirty-six mirrors whirled around him like a hurricane, the reflection of his heart on the Hand that shapes existence. Mountains gathered around a line of blood—radioactive chain reaction dripped from his open wounds—and I despaired. He left me dressed in shades of purple, aflame, lowered back into my coffin. © Sergio A. Ortiz 2007