My own bed. For a moment, I sprawled out, tangled up in velvet and satin, in red and black. Those colors I couldn’t escape. Those colors that were a part of me, but not the only part. Each one of us is a spectrum filled with darkness and light. Filled with violet twilights and golden dawns, crims...
She even beat security to the punch, barely. According to the police report, she shimmied up the old fire escape and pulled herself onto the clock tower ledge. The wind was fierce that day. She must have held on to the bricks for dear life.Until she didn’t anymore.No one saw her jump. She might h...
The clock on the dash read 12:38 a.m. Technically, it was Sunday morning. It helped me to think I was sticking to my Sunday routine, since everything else in my life was starting to feel like a nightmare. Says the guy heading to the graveyard. Still...