Bruises and Blood part I

Razor Simons was perched on the window sill in his upstairs bedroom, finishing off the last of his cigarette. “Damn him. Why did he have to go and rat on me?” Razor asked himself as he stared out into the darkness. It was the middle of summer and even though he had his t shirt… Continue reading Bruises and Blood part I

The last tear

the feeling i have inside of me burns like a sea of flips my stomache inside outyou cant see it comingand you cant feel it till its hereit pours inside of you with a thousand tearsno names called no argument just the simple words that the one i loved said