Finally, the day was here – the world would stop moving. He couldn’t wait. Standing at the doors with his bag they opened with a hiss. It was only a small step, but it was the biggest one he’d taken in a year. Continue reading “Residency”
The window stopped being see-thru
when she closed her doors and her aching bones became the doorstop.
The battered ballerina wept with stolen soulful blinded eyes,
stuck in a faceless insanity spin
she searched for salvation
off this merry-go-round’s masquerade of madness. Continue reading “Gas-Station Story”
‘Then he got shot.’
‘Ah huh.’ He nodded and sipped his tea. The cup’s base chinked as it rested on the saucer and was placed upon the kitchen table.
‘It was brutal. All that shouting and screaming. No one deserves to live like that, you know. Can only put up with it for so long, it had to be done. Continue reading “Tea & Toast”