This is me Hiding in the corner with a book lost in someone else's imagination
I saw him. He held a razor to his wrist, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He kept whispering, "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it." I saw him, trying to convince himself to cut his life off, and I had no idea how to stop him, or if I should try. When… Continue reading Reaching Back
Through the darkness, the beast stalks slowly, cautiously, tasting the air, peering through the shadows perked ears straining for the slightest shift, the indrawn breath silently probing the impenetrable darkness for sign of the prey prey which too suddenly could become predator there, the whisper of flesh against tree-trunk frozen, the beast fixes upon targeted… Continue reading Again The Night
Belief has borrowed flavors, and we taste the memories of what has never come.