My crow black hair flew weightless in the wind as I stood in the middle of that field… oh, that field. So many vivid memories. So many hours with him. Too much to keep locked inside of my fleshy coffin… Midnight. I didn’t remember the date. I never knew the time or the date or… Continue reading The Field (Part 1)
I’m tempted to pick up the phone and tell them that I’m not coming in to work today. But I can’t chicken out. I can’t allow myself to go down that road again. You would’ve thought I’d learned my lesson last semester.