… after she died I breathed in the sorrow of everyone else. It was so thick and so heavy. I didn’t bend. I didn’t lean. Or need from anyone. I let it all unfold, and I let them all grieve in the way they they needed to. Then, someone showed me the video of her … More Gone.

Held Hostage

You hold the messenger of death hostage, close to your chest, against your pale skin. When there is a knock at the door, you’ve the leverage to stop him coming in.

Life Saver

Out to sea. No one but me. How do I explain The nagging pain? I don’t want a life jacket. Even if you did notice. If you didn’t notice me fall off the side, Then how could I expect you to even try? I don’t. You won’t.