Darkness Your eyes conform to its surroundings searching for some similarity stored in memory A wave of indifference fills your soul You wake up wondering why you’re still breathing All you’ve worked for…gone All you’ve loved…died Yet you’re still here…some how Unaware of your fate, you reclaim your place on which you lay, feeling and… Continue reading Throne
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Misunderstood
There seemed hundreds of people crammed into the little Victorian house. Allie wandered around the black clad trunks of their legs, worrying that they’d somehow make the walls fall down. Her mother was always instructing her not to put too many things in her dolls house, in case it collapsed from the weight.