And We Move On
I am creating an avalanche to blanch my foes faces, for I can’t think straight when I start to move. And as the words come falling out of my mouth like boulders, I will look up, and you will roll your yellow eyes. Roll them, roll them, until you roll away. I shall brush my … Read more
Dark Days
I’m sorry, mom, I can’t go out today. The blankets are too heavy for my soul, and my lungs have turned to lead from lying on the bed frame. If a spring should impale me from behind, I’d doubt I’d move. My eyes bleached dry from computer screens and advertisements explaining exactly why I need … Read more
The Dangers of Reddit
| I saw a crane on the internet, | when I was looking at the outside through a computer screen, | And it’s beak had light shining through from a sun I myself dimly remember– | sun is something that happens when you aren’t bleached from screens, right?– | and in it’s beak was a … Read more
Right Before My Eyes
There’s a beauty in the avalanches, crumbling and crashing around your feet, flying past the foothills of surrender. You don’t have to run or fight or toil the sweat off your brow, you just have to watch as eternity lands on your head, and suffocates you in the white, soft, fall of nothingness. And all … Read more
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