MARA, GODDESS OF SORROW Drawing

Everyday she inhales the grief. Hundreds of eyes that brim with sorrow, plead for solace with ever increasing demands. Momentary calms are quickly transformed from the placid seas to surging forces again and again until her whole self rocks and sways with screams of torment that she tries to untangle.. Her core is yanked and twisted from way within; the hard aggressive wires knot and gnaw at her own flesh until it is torn from her being and floats about her until, with her cheeks puffed with agony she manages to soften the airs of wrath. She sees no day; she sees no night. . Her own eyes are tight until she feels it's time to loosen and set free the blackness.