battlefield – Darkness

Cutting

I had to do it. No other choice. The suffering got too bad again. My vision twists and then rights itself. As I pull open the deskdrawer, my mouth opens slightly. I breathe in. The razor is cold in my hand, and my arm tingles as I place it next to the skin. It hovers… Continue reading Cutting

Battle on a Star

Bloodshed on a battlefield of a battle fought upon a star, The calls of death and mourning, Feeling that all hope is far, You cry out a shrill warning. Can you smell the rot and decay? I can smell the burning flesh. A moments smile of dismay As you’re caged by iron-mesh.