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”

London at 3 a.m.

the street is alive whether that life has a point to it or not whether that life is that that which gives back to the creator or that which sucks the absolute energy away from all around it has yet to be seen whether it’s that guy at the party who’s asking everyone for aContinue reading “London at 3 a.m.”