Playlist: Dark Constraint: Rearrange the words to make a prose poem using only two lines at a time. Need my Want Bugging pain, grating love. It’s me without me. You wandered. I have and would die. Far/wide, I kill for pain. Need my want. Don’t, I tried and…don’t. You and I, I to me –…
Tag: dark
Haunted
He shook himself awake into the oppressive darkness. She remained undisturbed beside him, huddled under the comforter with the rounded curve of her back to him. He sat up. Fuck, he said. Fuck. He shook himself from terror to terror, rescued from the horror of what might be to the lugubrious world of what was….
Little Gentian 