Dread Looms, Time Pauses
Insidious shadows swallow my sun.
I'm in the dark, blind.
And I wait.
It waits.
Clock ticks. Hands unmoving.
No echoes in the still chamber of a heart on hold.
And I wait.
It stirs.
"I'm sorry." Doc says, papers rustling.
Brittle leaves of hope crushed by weighty words.
Still, I wait.
It gloats.
I wait for the worst, I want the best.
It wants me.
It claims me.
And I fold.
Tits Up in 2020 It all went tits up in ’20 when the dreaded news arrived. Your genes have let you down again, just not the denim kind. The Big C came a-prowling like a slinking toxic cat. It took me i
To The Strongest Person They Know She's not brave, she's choiceless. She's no warrior, she's the lucky loser. It's not her journey, it's her nightmare. She doesn't want to inspire, she wants to live.
Journey is a dirty word. A journey full of pain and fear Is not a journey I revere. This journey, isolated and alone Is not a journey I condone. Journey is a dirty word In suffering company, rest assu
