My snout is my saving grace. Without it, I would have no idea when dinner was ready, or when it was time for me to wake. Not that I want to do either of those things nowadays. I want to sleep, and rest, and pass away in peace. Yet, despite the darkness, I’m still alive. Not sure how or where, but I am, and those around me touch my fur as I sleep and when I wake, and they seem to love me still. I l...

I guess one of the worst things about living in darkness is missing what everyone else sees. When I was younger I believed I had to keep up, but I never could. Blindness in a seeing world is issolating. When I was around people I learned that they didn’t know what I went through so how could they consider it? It wasn’t until I began spending time by myself that I noticed the world was for me to ex...

No matter you feel and touch, tough or smooth, just something around you with no harm. Move forward, is it more beautiful without seeing it, just feel it!...

Alone in this flood…

Drowning in the pain-

Blinded by my blood.

I reached out for you.

“You don’t understand.”

Those three words...

Like the clouds over the sun-

Suddenly the argument was done.

“If you don’t understand...

What’s the point?”

Go ahead!

Add some more-

Twist the blade.

Where the hell are you?

Did you lose yourself too?

Can you think of someone besides you?

“I don’t care anymore....

Six minutes in, I listen to the chitchat as my fingers move unwatched. I make notes I’ll never read. I make appropriate sounds. My mind is strips of saris washed, torn, and twisted. Magenta, turquoise, fuchsia, marigold, and an inky black, the yarn explodes in random clashing colors. Conversations weave in and out and all around me. My lids are heavy. My stomach grumbles discontented. Up and over...

My bedroom is carpet, and the hallway is wood. That’s the big distinction to my bare feet. We don’t close doors here; what’s the point? You can’t see what’s on the other side regardless, and a closed door is just an unexpected wall. And so the soles of my feet tell me what room I’m in, my toes questing for the edge of the stairs as I head by memory for the ground floor, counting steps so I don’t m...

It was dark now, so new-moon dark that River and I used our

hands to feel along the bricks. We came back to the main road and its street lamps, we let them guide us past the Chinese food stores, past the Japanese hot pot place, past the rows of houses that all looked elegant in their dilapidation, lights still aglow as other students and their music thumped a faint beat in the background. I could ...

Hearing the clicking sound of my dog’s nails coupling with the hissing of my cat, I knew they were as frightened as I was in the complete darkness....

I knew that down south were the unmentionables, the part of my body where legs met. But over the years this zip code seemed to expand and cover parts of my body that used to feel sun and air. Snarky comments from the ‘woke’, who’d long ago disposed of their unmentionables, were absorbed by sensors that started a silent alarm: danger, danger! Exposed skin felt beams from their eyes like lasers, the...

Deep underground in the Black Wood, there is are long networks of cities, collapsed underground. They were among the first cities created by the Golden Elves from on high on the surface, long ago. In these cities, they engineered the Silver Elves in their likeness, and also created the Terran as well. The Silver Elves were ripped out of Time and Space in strange experiments to test their strength...