Bursting through the silvered skin,the mirror of the sky,I gasp for breath,
I don’t think I know a single person,Who thinks clowns are funny,WAIT,I know like one guy,But he’s a weirdo,A real…
My eyelids flicker awake at the center of a dimly lit room. I’m drenched. A cold sweat. The soft, spongy floor is the same red as my…
for Pierre R.
Rolling thunderfollowed brightlightening flashes.