Unleashing the power of the mighty pen
I don’t want my wordsto be flat and tediousthat people trip overby accident
another blood moon midnight wasted on tasteless touches— lost in ash-fingered…
Smell of deathbloomedthrough the mail slotof my sister’s front door,a gag…
Hiking on Gravel
He paced back and forth anxiously, hands clasped together, rubbing his own skin raw. Every few…