Another day January 11, 2024July 28, 2021 I saw it in his eyes. He was finished. Had reached the end of his rope.
BM January 2, 2025July 28, 2021 In the back alley—in the alcove—hidden from the public eye by the dumpster, I find it.
Shadow self January 11, 2024July 28, 2021 I am afraid you are going to do it. And you are afraid of doing it.
The Unveiling January 3, 2025July 28, 2021 . . . the invisible thin lines became clear only after they had been etched and showed red . . .
I Walked . . . February 1, 2022July 28, 2021 I could not tell if it was your backpack Or your life That was too heavy