Love Is

The room is shrouded in darkness around me, if you could call it a room. There are no walls just a floor of black concrete and a type of heavy grey mist that swirls where the horizon should be. I have put myself in this place, this empty dark place. I always knew it would end here. Yet I followed my heart, that beating organ that everyone says to listen to. Its voice is now out of sync, there is no melody to its pain or madness, just the high pitched strings deafening me in this quiet place.

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Mask

I stand in front of a mirror. My face has a large grin on it, my eyes seem to sparkle in the dimly lit bathroom. Always greet the world with a smile! Indeed I did. My cheeks are full with small dimples showing from my smile, my face is warm and inviting. My teeth are the kind of white you would find in a wedding gown. This is always what I am when I meet them, when I engage with them.

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Grasping

I stand alone. The walls are bare and rotting. I can feel them beginning to wake, the floor pulsing beneath me, they were there as they always were. The claws reach up grasping for my calves, clawing at my flesh leaving streaks of blood. More hands reach up from nowhere clinging to my thighs and waist pulling me down, always down.

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