There He Was

As I scratched my hairless head look back at my hands, stained with blood too red, regret my thoughts, regret my plans. For there he lay and there I was. I shook my shock and walked away, peeling off the bald cap, it would do me no good, since the wig burn away. Letting my…

The Barometer

The Barometer slowly drops on a frosty trucker at a snowed under rest stop howling for a cup of Joe and longing for lost serenity while steering through endless back water towns. Flashbacks pan on persistent billboards empty promises on the I-95 and daydreams of a midnight rendezvous beneath a star speckled blanket on a…

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