The noose around my neck is tightening Like a workman fixes
Quote of the Week #16
Another favorite author this week: Agatha Christie. I am slowly trying to get through all of her books. Though I still love the first one I read best (And Then There were None Or Ten Little Indians). This quote isn't from that though. "I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with... Continue Reading →
Sallow
Everything was tinged With a sickly green
Blackout #81
He was the key to her raised standing.
Blow it Down
The wind is a terrible howl That hits the house Like it's trying to bring it down
Errors
Steel bites Into my skin
Oh my
Blood splatter Mind scattered
Loyal to the End
I'll lay by your gravestone Like a faithful dog
Blackout #80
She was an unusual star, certain the future was beautiful
Too Far
How far would you go To get revenge
Fragment of a Figment 