Rage Out

I remember the days I used to care, so much for you, her, him, them, us. Throwing my heart out for the sake of keeping yours safe. What a waste. These days I can’t recall how it was like to feel, to grasp emotions like I should. Where’s my heart at? Which dumpster should I…

The Thing about the Wolf

I wouldn’t call it a privilege, or even say “it was an honor” to have known her. I wouldn’t remember her without feeling nauseated, knowing in what kind of light I had looked upon her. The wolf in beautiful white, angelic fur, calling herself a godsend. Meanwhile making the victim look like a bloody wolf,…

Ungodly Hours

Sometimes I woke up like this, somewhat suffocated, terrified of what couldn’t be seen with naked eyes. Some ungodly hours charmed me into a page of madness. The night before I had placed my phone right next to my pillow. I liked to keep it close, as my roommate wouldn’t be pleased waking up to…