Winter is like a bad date who doesn’t want to leave… These cold winter winds slice through clothes with icicle fingers down my throat. My tonsils tickle. I cough out the… Continue reading
Inching close to him – her ring fades in the twilight. Shadows hide her sin. Scarlet-lettered girl. Tongues wagging, fingers pointing – I’m glad I’m not her. His ring gleams bright gold. Power… Continue reading
Chaos thrives on confusion – the virulent tentacles tighten around ones brain; creating tumors of malevolence from which one can’t escape.