The CowlBedside clock rings at three. Late night again. Push-ups as I fall out of bed.The Cowl
What if I break?
Stitches in arm sigh with each thrust.
Who am I anymore?
Alfred enters, foul tasting health drink in hand, Mail in his pocket.
Would my father be proud?
Laborious sips, heavy gulps. Six party invitations, an electric bill, A letter from work, well if you can call it that, Six magazines, a newspaper. They say he’s on the loose again.
Oh if only they knew.
Criminals fighting criminals they say. &
Soul SurvivorSoul SurvivorSoul Survivor
“There are six things the LORD hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers.” — Proverbs 6:16 - 19 (NIV)
Prelude
“Flight number 9, you are cleared for take-off,” the voiced buzzed through the radio. Passengers in the large airplane fastened their seatbelts. Some started chewing gum. Others began flipp
NocturneNocturneNocturne
A doorway into someone's deepest thoughts, a glint of hope from days long gone, and a broken window to life itself laid on the ground, strewn in an inconspicuous manner. All three ominous objects belonged to the same strange, beautiful woman. Every ray of light that shined down on them, casting shadows on the hard, cold floor with every flash, served as a bitter reminder to all those who knew her. Each burst of wind sighed a sigh of despair and loss, a lament for the sorrowful.
The open diary
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I've been broken apart so many times, that the shards have turned to dust, and blown away.
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