Inside Stories

The love we let subside, the fear we try to so hard to hide, the hopes we dare not speak, and the nightmares we keep alive   Whether it's depression's blight, jealousy's sabotaging bite, or simple resentment and spite, all act as condemnations for the self   A host of symptoms that serve to bind, we give into loneliness and despair, pop the pills we are prescribed, or simply pretend that we're alright   We cower behind wh...

The walls are corroding, there are no mirrors no goddamn reflectionsno hint of color--or is it too much color--everything is white, blank, bare, barren, empty, pale, plain, unfilled, unmarked, untouched, unused, vacant, vacuous, virgin, virginal, void, white She didn't like how it felt in there, so she left; but me, I was trapped.It's colder in here than it is outside in January on a iced out sleety day with nothing to do...