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)
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Mistakes
Melana December 24, 2001 I finished writing my letter to Mom. I hope she understands. I’m really sorry. But at least she’ll have Elaine. I’m in her way, holding her back. Elaine’s what’s really important to Mom.
Can’t Scare the Broken
Before my time, I once would fear that which lurked in alleys, and those who bore candy for any smiling child. That which lived under my bed, and in my closet.