Bowness

When you’ve murdered another human being and you decide against confessing, you bury it. You bury it so deep that you hit the earth’s core with your shovel. Then you fill that hole with whatever it is you can; dirt, rubble, debris, distraction, ignorance, denial, whatever it is that is going to help put theContinue reading “Bowness”

High Street

from a pleasant sleep. Pleasant dreams. Instantly forgetting any connotation; basking only in serenity. The window was open ajar, allowing a mild breeze to freshen the room. I stretched, content, confused, unsure of where I was. The faux feeling of equanimity on the surface began to crack like a crème brûlée. Incandescent molten horror oozedContinue reading “High Street”