“It gets louder and…
Words decompose against the calcium femurs of their tones, when you bury them in a churchyard of chemical fear.
Darla hoisted her damp school bag on a nail screwed hastily onto the upper ledge of a fat paned, curtainless window whose peeling…
Where did you say you were? I am one of those lucky ones left knowing my grandma’s favourite singer is a fruit. And…
His youthful blue face haunts mestuck there, in front of the laptop