I face demons at night. They arise with such sinister smiles upon their face. Their piercing teeth gleaming in the darkness, taunting me. Part of me w..
Drip. Drip. Drip. The water from the facet continued to waste away. They had always said, just turning off the small droplets, you could save gallons...
The thin, layering ripples continue to run in an infallible, synchronized pattern. The simple, petite waves flowed over my reflection, distorting it. ..
I keep your memoryright in the pocket below my hip.It curses me with the reminderof how it felt on your lips.I cannot shred itfor it is already torn.I..