Tag Archives: work
I will be
What is it we are running from if not the hatred we see in one another’s eyes? What is it we are dying from if not the weapons we wield against one another? Save me, sell me, make me into … Continue reading
Cold As Ashes
Waking up in a bed was weird. It didn’t happen that often, these days. She opened her eyes, sticky and crusted with blood, and groaned at the obscene amount of sunlight in the room. Everything was quiet — the outside … Continue reading
Like Your Fist is Grasping Water
Errant heart strings plucked making offtune noises, squawking out a dishonest mewl, trembling shaking sweatgrip hold on hold on. Forced into this, making the whole thing up as it goes along. At times, thinking to call out to the god … Continue reading
For Abbie
This is short, and I’m not sure I truly did it justice, but this was prompted by my dearest friend Abbie, who writes fiction at Dust on the Keyboard. * * * Three weeks ago, I died. It wasn’t a … Continue reading