It was easy to break her marinating heart on a Friday night when she was sat at the candle-lit kitchen table, chain-smoking and listening to Janis Joplin,…… Read more “Blackness”
Tag: mourning
The Light Dressed in Chainmail
In the middle of the night, shadows breathe; bury your face—bite your pillow when you scream. Don’t wake the house with your nonsense. Terrors wear an addict’s…… Read more “The Light Dressed in Chainmail”
Blinded by the Light
night turned Armageddon on a guitar pick flashes easily mistaken for fireworks eclipsed neon lights further fall of civilization documented on iPhones played by ravenous media on…… Read more “Blinded by the Light”
Blood Into Ink 