When Darkness Lingers

When the darkness still lingers over the rooftops of the old houses, I can cover the entire sun with my hand. I feel happily empty and powerful knowing that I can erase all the light from my word, even when it so eagerly insists on reaching through to my heart. The little rays of warmth…

The Bird that Flies Freely

I decided to venture out of my hiding place tonight. I think I just ran out of air to breathe. Or maybe my mind is trying to save me: one last nudge out of its suffocating cage before it completely decides to give up on me. But I know my brain won’t quit. The human…