Words Sewn Together

I ache, from carrying the burden of your collected pain. Pain that you gather as you fall down in the door ways of home after home. I could decorate willow trees, with trinkets of sorrow, all yours, for miles. Sadness in every colour. But I sew it all together, instead, and remind you of the … More Words Sewn Together

Hanged.

At some point in my youth, the rosy cheeks and the honest eyes became a curse that the wretched ripped at, like a bloodthirsty feeding on pure innocence. I remember the feeling, of the decline in desire; to care or be cared for. Solitude was a safer companion. Suspicious observation a far more effective tool … More Hanged.