Temperature's Rising

Do not listen to vain words from empty minds.

I drift in and out, evading the light, avoiding movement.  Prone.  Silent.  It is an exercise in stillness.  A meat cleaver has split my skull and I can feel the sharp edges deep in my scalp.  It hurts to move.  To breathe.  My brain is swollen, tight against the bone, and every inclination is agony. Continue reading →

I can’t sleep tonight.

The fog is so thick outside my window the street lights barely cut through it. It hangs heavy in the air, pressing further and further toward the ground until morning. There it stays, gathering weight as It awaits Dawn’s penetrating light, knowing her blade will dull itself in the effort to slice through. Continue reading →