Slow Stories

Long nails, polished Camera lens, spotless She is the darkest figure in the flashiest crowds Night time is her prime time But day time works just as fine Her prey unknowingly invite her in, just like a vampire She makes herself comfortable, in their empire Slowly she rises, and takes over the emperor She's a slow poison, but the hosts are addicted Most are in denial, few have admitted and fewer have been admitted She come...

"I miss you so much."I kneel on the grass and stare into the darkening horizon for a long period of time, my mind whirling, the compulsively organized file cabinets in my brain spewing memories onto the floor. I am forced to sift through them in order to find their dwelling place. I run into the memory of standing up for you to Dad. His voice pierces my heart, driving as deep as it did the first time around."No son of min...