Poetry

DESPERecho

From me, the reaper’s extinguished a rekindled fire, my heart gripped in his icy fingers squeezing and squeezing to the point it can’t beat with even a shade of the enthusiasm it once had, and squeezing more still until the mental picture I framed of a possible happy existence is out of my blurring head.… Continue reading DESPERecho

Poetry

Choosing Ground

Addiction can be stronger than the will to survive, and it’s as if he wants me addicted to his society and their self-righteous ways. Then I’ll do whatever he wants me to do just because my addiction to what they call righteousness becomes more important than my own will, and like a drug addict that… Continue reading Choosing Ground