Lost things.

It’s been so long. The drawer squeaks when it pull it out. That’s where your letters are, hidden away from the malice of this demented world. The innocence those words carry, the world these letters hide and a life that has been washed away in tears over the years render me motionless and numb. My … Continue reading Lost things.


I feel it. The stab in my back. A Dagger piercing through my skin; pain surges inward and I hear the voices dying. Drops of blood resemble liquefied rubies, oh so red! I walk barefoot; The stink and sin of fallen things haunt my feet. Disappearing faces, misleading noises, fallen roses and broken promises! What … Continue reading Stranded.