A. WaxworksMessengerHeavy as the weight of life and sin, Expect no end to pain but quest within. Lift not your pics to social online stats. Parades of likes…Sep 18, 2018Sep 18, 2018
A. WaxworksA Death of SongCry for me mother, please cry for your son, despite all the terrible things that I’ve done. I know it’s no comfort, no end or surcease to…Sep 17, 2018Sep 17, 2018
A. WaxworksAheadThe race began and we all ran. The late-night street was lit with colorful lights and flourescent signs, indicating the path we were to…Sep 16, 2018Sep 16, 2018
A. WaxworksLily PadThe frog sat on the lily pad, quiet and still. Beneath it the water rippled, shaken by water striders and the reeds rustled by the wind…Sep 15, 2018Sep 15, 2018
A. WaxworksEleven StepsThere’s eleven steps to go downstairs. Eleven steps to my doom. I need a jar of pickles out of the darkness down in that room. It coats the…Sep 14, 2018Sep 14, 2018
A. WaxworksThe ChillThe cold creeps in, so weak and thin, a finger down my spine. A faint, chill pinch, each deadly inch of travel through the line.Sep 13, 2018Sep 13, 2018
A. WaxworksRoundaboutNear my home is a roundabout. Simple, efficient in directing traffic, and honestly; fun.Sep 12, 2018Sep 12, 2018
A. WaxworksWaxenThe soft and silken, oily touch of candle wax, brings so, so much to mind, of light and pleasant smells, of night and storm, and distant…Sep 10, 2018Sep 10, 2018
A. WaxworksThe LieIt was small at first, sitting on the edge of my desk. White, as most were at the start. Nobody noticed it but me, but to me it stood out…Sep 9, 2018Sep 9, 2018