for that pocket full of paper
escaping the mundane
It was the final stand Where I’m Damned if I don’t do, Damned if I won’t choose To sing another’s… Read more Unfenced Blues
He Was the demon at the steering wheel on our detour to reshape the gates of hell. I, impatient with… Read more Sin’s Soulmate
Was she worth knowing the beautifully tragic miming merriment faker riding her own merry-go-round silently suffering for her showground crowd
“Is that blood?” She shook her head, wiping her hands on her red-splattered shirt.
The boy’s small shoes dragged their knotted laces through puddles as he headed for the back door. He tugged at… Read more Two Weeks & Three Days…
“I’ve got no balls.” “But, I’m stripped bare.”