killing time: a poem

time is a thief, but I am a murderer. the clock hands are my noose, slowly strangling the life out of minutes and seconds as they flash by eyes burn with regret as I stare, watching them die in the blue glow of a cell phone screen, those seconds will never come back, but my … Continue reading killing time: a poem

Strangest Whimsy Pt 2

So I've written a little bit more in my short story the past few days, and I decided to post an update. Unfortunately, I'm leaving you at another cliffhanger so I hope you can forgive me. I'm kind of at a point with this story where I hate we'll see when the next installment … Continue reading Strangest Whimsy Pt 2