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From fingertips the smoke does rise. With heavy introspection the cigarette kisses lips, each new deep inhale questions are consistently being asked one after the other, and to the next. The wrong answers fall and lay on the ground. In a room that is all muddy, we start again, the air is so hard to…

There are certain words that sit heavily in our throats, they’re sometimes hard to speak we get all choked up. The syllables keep piling up, it’s tempting to just blindly read focus on the string and ignore their meaning. Go ahead and just read the poetry, let a group of sensitive words fall silent in…

The glorious drug fell sharply into veins do not flinch, or show any signs of weakness. Both wrists offered up, freely tied with a cord to a heavy 500 year old beam overhead. It was her turn to reverse the Medieval curse this castle known for torture is now a bed and breakfast. She climbed…

Questioning fate I quietly asked if she needed anything. The girl is truly dependable and to think that anyone would come out and help, she never questions intent. Having had the questions asked, she thinks to herself the next act must come quick not thought out and planned. She’s sorrows sweet friend. It’s hard to…

The temperature rise is a risk, they’ll hear you coming through walls that are perpetually thin. Tonight the stars will align its time to open the doors again, for as long as one can remember that open door has been your truth. That wait weighs more than words with each new passing day triggers force…