The edges have withered— blackened—under the pressure of a world set out to wilt even the reddest of roses. Standing over dirt graves

He became a living nightmare With the scent of cigarette smoke in his hair With the flicker of a flame In the back of his eyes

She cried herself to sleep again t… These feelings overwhelming her ag… Reaching for the comfort of anothe… Knowing there was no one there To calm the tears, the pain she fe…

Dear whomever may listen, Dear whomever may hear, I hold my life in my own hands And that is my biggest fear. I have drained it

The ground likes to shift When you are standing still You will swear you never moved. And you will watch the acid drips of time burn through your lips—thr…

These sudden surrenders of unconsc… Drunk off of my own indecisiveness It occurs to me, redundantly, You lurk inside my dreams.