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Tonight is so cold and clear that I can feel my nosehairs freeze in a hurried huff of billowing breath, pronounced as thick cigar smoke in the ic..

Nine years have got behind me now, my life is rearranged, amazingly I’ve gotten by, at times I thought I’d rather die I couldn’t..

white hot metal sears soft skin, cold steel cuts through layers of sin, there's no escape once the nightmare begins, and as soon as it ends i..

when i awoke in the killer's lair, no words could rightly convey my terror, the worst part, i'm sure you'll agree, i knew the murderer was me..

An acrostic ode to my number one vice.

Something my dog wrote.

it makes me sad to think about your mixed-up past, clinging to every seeming security that came past as you passed through life, hurled in..

phantom tick, silent tock, coming from a broken clock, haunted passing, sacred time, just another unheard chime, empty hearts, spirits mock, wa..

i float through the ethereal plane, drifting back and forth across the membrane that separates my brain from the universal mainframe, the colle..

A little girl looks out her window and smiles, watching cars go by at the uneven pace of late afternoon traffic in the city, noting with delight h..