Walk in and you feelthe tension and excitement in the air.Game papers and coffee cupslitter the tablesas their elderly owners prepare for war,markers ..
I put my pen to the paper.It is my weapon of choiceand that's the way I like to battle.Using the words I've held backI expose you for what you really ..
The numbness is unbearable,the cold seeping even deeperinto my skin,all the way to the bone.I can't feel my hands.Are those really my hands?I see them..