People are running, some are screaming. Gunshots cloud, my sense of reasoning. A woman crying, her child is dead. Even the robbers, turn on themsel...Read more
We burn slowly like the last inch of a cigarette, ash trembling, too fragile to fall just yet. Your fingers trace the same bruise they made last week,...Read more
It was fair game until it yielded no gain. The lion’s mane you bore became the perfect walking cane, until it tripped your feet and hurled you into gr...Read more
