Addiction

History of the Breaking

Nobody teaches the exact arithmetic of disintegration in schools, yet there is…

Fiction | Reality

The Result

How far would you go to ensure a bet came in

Poetry

How To Go Costume-Shopping With a Friend on Drugs

P O E T R Y

A Storm Inside the Cape

Rantings of the Lighthouse Keep

Drowning

The sound echoes in the house
An echo that resounds
In an empty skeleton
No one rushes 
To keep it safe and sound

Silent Demons

Lurking in family trees

Those Eyes

Are a window to the soul

Gamer

I eat my habits every night.

I sit on the floor –
next to me, a stack of napkins,

When I’m Dead

People will talk

When I’m dead, people will say, “I have to admit the guy was a mess.” I will…