Waiting

Waiting She was waiting there a long time for the right moment. Sick of feeling and absorbing fear through the oxygen in that house. Her hands were constantly dusty from pawing at the old plaster board walls. The climbing and scratching there had peeled the … Continue readingWaiting

Original

OriginalĀ as in beneath and before Where even marks that live there show Coming forth and then retreating Bending and twisting Original as in the first That feeling that dies there flows Crumbling and whimpering But, you don’t leave You just know.