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As I sit in my office chair the room begins to feel warm. The soft light that was cast by the candles on my desk fades. The shadows from the pictures on the wall cast long reaching for me. I begin to feel unsettled. Restless. Stirring slightly I feel an unnatural weight. I try to stand but find I am unable. Not as though I am bound but as though I am no longer able to lift myself. It feels as though my mass was suddenly tripled. I try again. Still I am unable. I feel myself sinking deeper int...

As I sit in my office chair the room begins to feel warm. The soft light that was cast by the candles on my desk fades. The shadows from the pictures on the wall cast long reaching for me. I begin to feel unsettled. Restless. Stirring slightly I feel an unnatural weight. I try to stand but find I am unable. Not as though I am bound but as though I am no longer able to lift myself. It feels as though my mass was suddenly tripled. I try again. Still I am unable. I feel myself sinking deeper int...

You hide behind your beauty using it as veil to hide the void beneath. Behind your beautiful green eyes lurks the devil. You tempt me your smile, it conveys an innocence unknown to you. You move among us mortals giving us hope hope of something beautiful in this world built on apathy. A hope of real emotion, the kind of deep emotion I have for you. A longing that is tearing me apart. Your soft touch has shredded me, your eyes have burnt me. Your forked tongue has shown through your parted lip...

The locket hangs heavy around Rebecca’s neck. Its antiquity out of place with her scant attire. She twirls it in her hand. Inspecting the monogram on the back. Her mother’s initials worn and barely visible on its lackluster white gold. She wears it as a reminder of a better time. A time when her mother was still alive, and her father wasn’t an abusive alcoholic. The night’s cold is biting. She wonders if she would really lose business if she wore more clothes. John’s would have to understand...

Driving slowly Day is hot Sweat dripping eyes scanning Sky turns black sun is gone Nose twinges Smell of sulfur Door open on the ground Running hard breathing harder Bodies there blood soaked seats vacant Tears well up no help here Turn around slow hope no one sees A beautiful flower standing alone looking back at me