I didn’t actually. I stared quietly at the ground in feigned remorse. The morning man nodded towards my ruse of personal loss. “I was a friend from university.” My voice sounded muffled behind my handkerchief, it was a vibrant red, like blood. I never went to university. “Oh, you must have been close even after so many years.” 10 to be exact. It had been 10 years since Martin Riggs had been enroll...

It whispers and sways

Its gentle tendrils glide across my skin

I hear it more at the end of days

Telling secrets of an unknown sin

The chill announces its arrival

It’s all encompassing presence

My being a mere ant under a gavel

Causing me to run from its nuisance

I have no adoration

For it calls only for domination...

“Ping, ping”, the drops of moisture connect with the pane of glass in a almost sanguine manner. They race each other down towards the concrete path, their damp hold kept at bay by a mere barrier. They can only witness the glowing warmth of the interior, unable to join its splendor.

The aroma of pastry and strong caffeinated drink surround the inhabitants of this small container. The scents inv...

Whispers surround me in my torment

They’re crying out in a terrible drone

Horrible cruel words of lament

Depicting torture and pain sown

Why do they seek me in my own plane

Creatures of a land beyond

They shudder behind where my eyes remain

Like whisks of memory long gone

I know when I rest my mind

They will finally dine

A hopeless end

For one full of sin...