Withered flowers upon which dust now gathers, Stripped of their mortality, Eternally imprisoned by what they once meant, What of that remains?
Tag: last gasp
The Mouse and I
On the bed my fear is evolved by the idea of certain death. My mind is racing at a million miles an hour through everything I had ever done. I can’t think of enough things to keep up with it, and there’s too much on it to stop. The night before is a blur.
leaving
She waited for him in the dark night, she loved him. Once again did love prove blind. A rustling through the stand of nearby trees announced his coming. As always he was pale and beautiful, often she wished she could match his beauty, but satisfied herself with holding him. She brushed his hair from his… Continue reading leaving
Make. No. Difference.
The darkness is overwhelming. One last breath, one last gasp for precious air. Why did I do this again? … stupid freak. The chain around my neck cuts into me,