It never ends.

The darkness bends,

covering every corner.

Nothing more than a foreigner

to the late of day

in the spring of may....

I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all. Maybe if I was less selfish? Perhaps if I only showed her how much I loved her? Maybe she would still be here. But I will never know. I will never see her smile again. Or hear her laugh.

I had the entire world.

I had her.

But now, as I sit here on the harsh soil, a slab of worn marble in front of me, I realize it was her hand,...

My grandmother’s old chest was her staple piece. The worn burgundy leather had begun to crack over the years, while the thin line of gold metal that framed the leather whispered its old age in a plea. Two solid and rusted locks held shut the massive lid in defiance to my incessant yanking and pulling as I tried to break open the chest with pure strength I had most definitely lacked as a child. ...

Fear gripped my bones, pulling them towards the dark and stiff soil below me. I felt heavy, the mere thought of trying to run bringing hot sweat to my hairline. Blood was pounding against my skull, a steady rhythm like raindrops from a shutter after a heavy pour.

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

He strode forward, the wolf in a pack of sheep, walking with solid and dominant strides. His eyes tracked the movemen...

"No matter what I do, it’s not going to be enough, is it?" I touch a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “You’ll still have him inside your heart.”

A hole tore through my chest, my knees shaking as my entire world tips the other way.

We stare at each other for the longest time, our eyes never pulling away. It was then, in that moment, that I realize this wasn’t all just a cruel nig...

She looked so familiar, yet so, so different.

The look of defeat in those cold, dead eyes gripped at the cage her heart had grown so accustomed to. But it was the smile that had often strained her own face that pulled. It gripped the bars that had no doubt turned to rust, and pulled away the protection she had relied on for so long.

Pain.

Fiery hot agony tore through her. It exploded in ...

It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume.

I wanted to submit; to assume my tomb.

But it was hungry.

So I laid there numbly.

I was tired; I wanted no more.

But it wanted war.

I pleaded.

But it needed.

It needed more.

And more.

And more.

And more....