Smooth. Sapphire. Silent. Silver jewelry hung from various piercings in her ears. They reflected metallic light and laughed as if to mock the familar myths of silver bullets and vampires. I walked alone that night. Breathing in slowley the fatal fumes of my dying cigarette. Fatal. I remember when that word once held meaning to… Continue reading Countess
Tag: voice whispers
Last Moments
Shaky fingers clutch the knife As I’m about to end my life. Nobody listens, nobody cares. What does it matter if I’m not there?