on the verge…

I'm on the verge of on the verge of tears. It's an odd feeling. I sense it creeping in. Filling all the little spaces in between the bones and the muscles. Deep inside the fascia where my breath struggles to reach to clear it out. If I forget to pay attention, it expands and I... Continue Reading →


My Last Cry of Agony

it's heavy and quiet in here. the air is thick with sorrow, and i feel it like tar on my limbs. my breath is labored but full. i walk softly, not wanting to disturb the others. i feel them near, their blood in my blood, giving life to the sickness. i am strong but there is... Continue Reading →

i am here

shreds of skin left behind. they can’t come with me. remnants of my old ways. i’m pushing forward despite the tearing and the tears. willing myself to bear just one more scar, just one more wound to deliver myself. faster and faster i’m running, my hair tangled in the wind, gripped by my past that wrenches me... Continue Reading →

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