Empty water bottles sit on my nightstand, having chugged them last night to hit my gallon-a-day mark. A vine of purple flowers, ten years old, finally hangs above my bedroom door, a thin canopy of color against the white walls. A salt lamp and moon…

You want magic where there is none. In humanity, whose spark is only meant to betray. In God, who is not a genie – no matter how many times you rub his belly with your prayers. In psychics and mediums, who tell you everything you’ve…

You walked in like a whisper, like fireflies in the day, until the sun set without warning. And I suddenly saw all that could be in a world that I wish was meant for me. Some punches to the gut can’t be cheated. The truth,…

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

Crumbling bones of salt cannot hold the demons at bay any longer Their liquid limbs lap at my skull and my ribs My head crumbles open and they burrow into my brain, Piping their bodies into my consciousness.   My body is being rebuilt, bone…

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