August 2010
3 posts
I need a best friend, STAT.
An outsider
in my own home. i have returned after wandering. yet i really have not made a true journey back. people file in happy to be in a grand home welcoming me home. i find myself cold. shivering in my own winter. i see a sign on my house no one else sees. the gentle breeze elevates the noise of the creaking porch. the shadows are ready to swallow me and the words condemmed are written in my own blood...