The lights blinked on, one at a time, casting shadows on the already dark and eerie alley. I walked, shoulders hunched, hands stuffed into pockets of faded jeans, worn well past their prime. A dampness lingered in these streets that never seemed to disappear, always clinging with acrid fumes of sorrow, depression and death. IContinue reading “Washed Clean”
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The Boy That Was Mine
I dreamt of him again. The boy that was mine so long ago, who liked cuddles and thought I hung the moon. We laughed and cried, then went outside to shoot some hoops in the driveway. I played catch and held onto bicycle seats as we sped down streets, scared and laughing. I was standingContinue reading “The Boy That Was Mine”
In The Land Of Nowhere
In the land of nowhere
and broken promises
we… (click on image to read)