The Master Stroke
As the clock struck nine, Jeanne stood facing the glossy canvas staring bluntly into her…
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As the clock struck nine, Jeanne stood facing the glossy canvas staring bluntly into her…
It’s hard for me to keep living, my oxygen’s fading away. And it’s getting harder…
Thoughts invade my sepia silence, a blank notebook once untouched by life. I dip my…
In through the nose… Breathe out through the mouth… My chest blowing up like a…
I used to love birthdays, when the water reflected the sky like a sharp cut…
jigsaw pieces on the floor orphaned words without a home a constellation of frenzied thoughts…
“Where is my family?!” “You’ll never find them!” The woman yelled as she grabbed my…
Each night I pray that I will meet my lover once again. His name rhymes…
This white noise is holding me hostage with a gun to the head making demands…