The Runner

You see, every time I fall you leave, and I am here, bandaging new wounds, layering on salve to make the pain dispel.   You have a story for every empty space. I sit with black abysses in mason jars, overlooked, a puppeteer with the strings cut. You can't understand the intricacy of these caves. … Continue reading The Runner

Why Did You Just Kill Me?

I am relaxing on a soft, off-white, leather couch. There is someone sitting on either side of me. My legs are stretched out in front of my body, and my head is resting comfortably on the back of the plush couch. I am laughing and talking with my present company as I watch the people … Continue reading Why Did You Just Kill Me?