Transmute The Fear

A short story from the dark side… You would never suspect I was a taker of lives. I didn’t grow up wishing to be this. I didn’t dream about killing my first victim. Synchronicity brought us together and started the deathly slow-train of thought in my mind. Slowly, it snaked round my brain. She wanted…

Pollyana Empath

I separate I’m thinning My mind is being sucked from my body My eyes stay on my face Fear fear, every little crack, everything I lack Stay sweet child, I beg you please stay What despicable inadequacies did I do To end up in the dark The crumbling The no way back Please, distant angels…

My Sin

But we like it when we’re spinning inside the old Devil’s grin. To hold our hurt pressed close to us It’s all mine, my satisfying sin.