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

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

Death By Insolation

I cleaned up the kitchen on a whim, straightened, scrubbed, and swept; it was spotless! I had four days of bliss, four days of unhindered, unconditional happiness, and I basked in it. Each day was filled with love again for having a home by keeping it clean. you looked for me to post this. The … More Death By Insolation

DISCLAIMER

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Useless

Useless echoes in my ears; Voices screaming, Memories flashing, Useless Useless. Determination proves faulty. Mocked at the thought of trying. Told to find my station As useless and useless gets. Over and over the same reoccurs; Bad life, bad wife, insignificant: useless Useless Useless Money walks Bills pile I try, And people lie.