Darla hoisted her damp school bag on a nail screwed hastily onto the upper ledge of a fat paned, curtainless window whose peeling…
Sun blaring into my eyes, Rays of radiation shooting through the tendrils of my vessels…
A ‘broken fairy-tale’is the only way that I can describe what it was likewhen you told me that it was over,aching…
We can fall for each other by mistakeAnd pretend the candlelight is enoughTo set something alight between usDraw the curtains close…