Between ribs of steel lies a heart of glass. Except this glass is the shade of night and not even the brilliant light of stars dare shine through. It serves as a prison and a shield, easily broken from within, but is impossible to shatter from beyond. This cage of mine protects what I hold … Continue reading Glass Heart →

The decisions of today define the course of tomorrow, and yet everything remains fluid. Tomorrow the decisions of today can be reversed, and a new course set. If we so choose, we can wade through life in circles by making the same decisions over and over again. Yet even a dizzying life spent within a … Continue reading Today’s Decisions →

I could be a thread away from falling, an inch away from giving up, and her eyes will bring me back to solid ground every time. There is no need for her to speak, no reason for her to tell me everything is going to be alright. Every reassuring phrase already exist in those pools … Continue reading Beloved Eyes →

In the early morning rays her silky smooth hand glides across an ocean blue cotton sheet in search of its calloused counterpart. It finds only a bunched up blanket and a cold pillow. In desperation she extends her hand out further as her loneliness is conveyed to her sleeping mind. Her fingers stretch, longing for … Continue reading Between Blue Cotton Sheets →

Nothing ever sounded sweeter than the sound of sirens approaching. It gave hope to souls teetering on the edge of life and death. Tonight there were three such souls gazing over the edge and into nothingness. I was one of those three, and I was not prepared for the eternal life style. I was still … Continue reading The Cliff’s Edge →

Between screams you attempt to profess your innocence, but I know the truth. Why won't you confess? There is just the two of us here, both with knowledge of your crimes, and yet you admit nothing. You endure needless torture. Why? I do not understand. I draw back the sledge hammer, and prepare myself for … Continue reading False Confessions →

Specs of moonlight glittered in her tear filled eyes. She began to cry, streaks ran down her cheeks as she kneeled in a dank puddle of rain water before the thick man. Even now she was beautiful. With her dark brunette hair hanging loosely around her face in thick curls and her freckles shinning like … Continue reading Executioner →

My feet have lead me to a place where my heart quickens with fear. Logic pulls me in one direction while my heart tugs me in another. Yet even if I wanted to continue forward, my feet are cemented in their place. They do not wish to move in any direction, and that is fine … Continue reading Embers in the Gloom →