The Word

I wrote this a few months ago because someone I know, a fellow writer, had been kidnapped (for writing!). It came in one made rush, even though I’m very reluctant to write poetry. (I so need that shit right now, lol.) The word is a soft rock rolling across the sky rolling rolling rolling rolls…… Continue reading The Word

A Certain Last Kiss

When she left she broke me. I remember writing to her, You were my confidence. Now, you’re gone. I’ll never be brave again. And I believed it then. The whole world became bland and absurd, daunting even, and I lost interest in everything. If I’d been brave, I would have tried to end my life; but I was not brave. Most morning, I curled up in bed and wished I didn’t have to face the day.