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Ghosts within ourselves

Cobwebs. Rusted gate. Dusty step. Locked up. Forgotten. An empty bowl. A thriving cactus amongst the ruins. A reflected life with no humanity. Hiding. Biding time. There’s no key. No exit. Can only push through. Rush in. Yet halt time. The memories linger. Ghosts within ourselves. A heavy […]

She would be heard

Dusk into dawn. A storm is coming and the night winds will howl as fiercely as a hyena tearing apart its kill. There was no refuge to be had. All was going to be out in the open. Accusations and defenses flying into the eye of the storm. […]

The beginning of the end

The day looked perfect. Serene. The clouds seemingly fluffy marshmallows. The water warm and inviting. Pensive. She knew what she had to do. Rip the bandaid. But that is never as easy as it seems. And the day was so perfect. Her day was photoshopped. She wondered how […]