Plateau

And my ribcage starts to swell just like a bird shot in mid-air, mouth smacking stupidly, growing fat with pressure before it flies apart. Something that was blue, and free, The cool dirt… Continue reading

Bare bones. A path is found in the night.

No sleep, no rest for me, no vice, no virtue. I feel these shadows creeping back into my mind that I haven’t felt for a long time. Maybe I’ve just been ignoring them… Continue reading