Her mascera.

Another night staring at the ceiling he leans against the white walls with 5 bloody fingers sucking her soul away. four knuckles bashing against purity grasped by an unloved soul. with her cold hands holding his the raindrops hit the windows. as the tear drops drip slowly to the floor. Another night with the clouds… Continue reading Her mascera.


Three months, four days, nineteen hours and however many minutes has passed.That’s ninety-five and three quarter days, within or without the hour.And I’m not even going to work out the minutes. My foot taps in a nervous thud-thud-thud-thud against the computer’s case as I write this. Now my whole leg’s caught up with the rhythm,… Continue reading Fix