Hollow

Feed me my cracked heart I scoffed the soot, I drank it all Churned it all. Burned like ash, Breathed like earth, Cracked like hearth. Peeling. Hollow. Find me, A sharpened knife A daggered grave, An endless grief. Straining. Hollow.

Bus

The guy sat next to her on the bus. The journey ahead was long, 12 hours overnight. He took out his phone and googled "How to speak to a hot girl", after a quick glance at the search results he added "on the road". Glossed over the results again, erased the last three words and … Continue reading Bus

Fine

Not everything should make you happy. Not everything should make sense. Not everything has a point. Not everything should make you happy. Not everything should make you happy. Not everything should make you happy. ...make you happy, ...make you happy. ...make you happy. And that's fine.