That Which Takes the Dark

4 a.m., and sleep seemed a thing impossible. The mottled face of the ceiling was like that of the moon, pale and barren, and offering nothing. His eyes moved to the orange strip of street-lamp glow cast across the bedroom wall by the window. He watched the steam from the sewer drains wash and danceContinue reading “That Which Takes the Dark”

Today, the Sun is Mine

This heat, this glow, it blasts through the glass upon my skin, and for a moment I’m enriched by it the way a plant would, but soon I realize the sun only exists because I willed it to and so the heat and the light is mine and I am to blame for it andContinue reading “Today, the Sun is Mine”