It lives inside me. This thing has penitrated my soul. For vast stretches of time I remember nothing, and those left in my life insist that during those cold hours that I twist into something like a nightmare, though my appearance remains unchanged.

They speak of those times as one speaks about the concept of hell itself. They describe the look in my eyes as I prowl into their lives, and sy...

The human animal has a curiosity, which, without restraint, will lead it to its death. It has little regard for self preservation once it has seen something which it feels it must investigate. It mainly travels in groups, which seems to reassure it to its safety. Its language is rudimentary. It speaks through the manipulation of what it calls tongue, lips, jaw, and pharynx, to make the vibrations ...

She had been waiting there, in the basement. Head hung between her legs, and wreathed by long brown hair, like a secret kept from god herself. She had been surrounded by drawings, scribbles, really, but to her, high art. But they had been tainted, ruined, and broken by a smattering of thick dark blood. It coated them, wet and think, but quickly drying. But as I drew closer I could tell, that they ...

Why can’t I just be normal

Why can’t I call him

Why do I hide

Why can’t I be normal

Why am I alone

When did I lose them all

Where have they gone

Why is only one left

Why can’t I be normal

You’ve lied

You’ve lied about confidence

You’ve lied to me.

You will never be normal

You will stay down here so that no one has to look at you

Hide yourself

Don’t burden others with your presence

What is wrong ...

It seemed like the entire restaurant was having more fun than Sola. Even the couple filling out their divorce papers with kids' menu crayons. The floorboards creaked as she tipped her chair back and forth, daring it to knock her unconscious and get her out of this horrible date.

The red and white checkered table cloth is almost as obnoxious as her date. And at least tablecloths can’t talk. “So as...

Today we start our journey

Across our earth

What trouble and what worry

Much more than it is worth

Leaving our lives for just one week

Pack your bags with memory

Before we climb the highest peak

I can't take the treachery

Try as I might

I should be having fun today but the fun is subjective

How will I have fun today in my plight

I’ll keep going on until this is all reflective...

The sky fractures before me, crystallizing into shades of blue.

I can’t tell if this is how it’s supposed to be.

The light dances upon every building

save for the one I’m going too.

And now what a shame,

for my vision to clear.

Cursed with a realization,

soon too drift away....

“The wind. Think of the wind. Don’t think about it.” “What good will the wind do me?” “I don’t know! I’m trying to calm you down!” “Well it’s not working!” He was supposed to be here hours ago. He was supposed to come, in his stupid van, with his douche bag boyfriend, and with our food. “Hey, look at the tree!” “Which one? We’re IN THE FOREST!” “Stop panicking! It’s like a disease!” Oh so I’M a di...

Hysterical. They told me I was hysterical. Me, with my hair in a practical bun. Me, with my steady voice. I knew I shouldn’t have worn a dress today. He rushes me out of the office in a hurry. He didn’t want me wasting his time. Night surrounds me. I reach for my car keys. My purse! I left my purse in the station. I turn and try to open the door. Locked. Shades drawn. Could they really have closed...

I was at home when it happened. I was staring at the carpet. It was stale with age. The various stains bug me and I half heartedly consider cleaning it. The shadows of my childhood dance around me as I stare at the worn thing. It doesn’t matter where I go, as long as I have that rug I will have a peace of home.

And then the sirens start up. A sharp harsh cry destroys the silence. The cry we have ...