Distrust

Distrust hovers over me, fingers poised over my shoulders, flicking its forked tongue dangerously close to my ear. Their fingers creep up my…

emotions

It starts with anger

Red hot boiling in my chest

run

if i run fast enough, would i be able to run back in time? back to when i still had my rose-coloured glasses…

the clock strikes twelve. twelve remain. a minor loss, nothing to worry about.