Stuck in a lonesome dark place. So dark that I don’t feel my own face. So loud that I can’t hear my own voice. The voice of reason. How did I…
Run through the wilderness
Find your shoes on the dirt
A response to Jake’s prompt
I met her in a town nearly thousand miles away from where I lived. We agreed to meet on a local…
“Are they really them? They all look just like us. Eyes, ears, nose and everything” asks M@d@ with raised brows looking like a harvest sickle.
The Terminal is lit with a bright white light at both ends of the subway platform. The walls of the terminal are made of ceramic…