Stalk-Still

Let my hands stay still and let my words run dry. Let the fear of leaving paralyze me until my body becomes the dust upon the ground of the dying earth. You can ask me why I am afraid of dying and I will answer you I’m not. I am afraid of living still. Still … More Stalk-Still

Thump

A tiny thump started it, the worry and anxiety. Laying still in bed, staring at the ceiling fan, and counting tiny thumps; my mind raced. I twisted and turned in my sheets, flopping from one side of the bed to the other restlessly. What am I going to do? With my eyes closed tight, I counted … More Thump

Failing to Fall

The ground shattered below my feet But I shall not stop to stare. The earth faded piece by piece But my face must show no care. I’ve found that hatred comes easy to those Who do not care to find it, And the ones I hate only appear When they care to remind it. The … More Failing to Fall

Halls of Echoes

Empty, the place seemed empty. She counted the footsteps that echoed back at her. Where is he? She imagined all the horrors that could have befallen him since he ran away. “Here kitty. . ” She yelled hesitantly, tilting her ear toward the black abyss. The only sound was the echo of her own voice as it … More Halls of Echoes

Blogging Walls

Sometimes it’s necessary to let go of all the “got to make my post perfect” logic that swirls around my head. There are thousands and thousands of mistakes that are etched into each entry I post, but nothing that I cannot fix. But today and yesterday I have hit a wall. My mind is void … More Blogging Walls

At Bed’s Edge

He sat and waited until the sun peaked over the edge of the horizon, covered from head to toe in blankets that no longer draped his bed. He exhaled, they smell like her. The room was eerily quiet he thought as his eyes scanned his surroundings for potential noise makers. “One, two. . Three?” He … More At Bed’s Edge