He stands in the empty corridor bathing in the light, then as quickly as it birthed itself into existence the light is gone and he stands looking down an all too familiar hallway. Slowly he allows his gaze to drift along the rows of widows facing out from the rooms that shoot off the hallway,…
Taste The Ink From Thy Well – Wrapped In Words
Let me be your broken book, and I’ll let you taste my words, I’ll let you feel a pain, that transcends anything you’ve ever felt, for in pain there is more to learn than in any other feeling, so spread my pages and soak me in, I promise it will hurt until the end…
Do Not Perceive My Glass To Be Empty – Wrapped In Words
My death was where it all began, the volatile downward decline that sealed my bitter fate, my self inflicted suffrage, preordained by those who chose to be the dictators of my existence, the wardens of my prison cell, for once I soared free in the open air like a bird of prey, but in the end I…
The Bitter Manipulation Of The Juxtaposition – Wrapped In Words
Regurgitate what festers inside me, let it escape outward and over across the floor before me, give me breath, give me separation from this suffocation, these hands around my throat, life’s twisted rules, its immature games, its petty ploys, its manpulation of the juxtaposition, oh life, you bitter beast, forgive me for my sins, forgive…
Burn The Wave Length – Short Story
He sits staring at the computer screen half a daze by the deep low-level vibration that hums its way through his semi aware frame. A high-pitched squeal perpetuates his ear drums like colorful explosions given life by his subdued mind. He grabs the small hand-held walkie-talkie from the desk beside him and takes a deep…
A Gift Of A Sin Untold – Wrapped In Words
Within the bitterness of the end I saw what true sight really was, it was a feeling that began in the very bowels of thy own self, which rapidly grew into a towering inferno of madness, a madness so overwhelming that the very stars seemed to fade from the night sky, when in reality it…
Your Reflection In My Mirror – Wrapped In Words
Mirrors within mirrors, images lost in eternal reflection, whispers turned into words, words used as payment, parts played in vain, vanity a lost cause, withered husks buried in plain sight, we are the children of a dream gone bad, not tomorrow’s sons, but yesterday’s failures, withered husks buried in plain sight, we are the children…
Fearful Fractures In Furniture – Wrapped In Words
Seeping through gaps in nothingness was its fortuitous fate, wheeled within barriers man-made and fake, plastered underneath the footholds of time, was the wickedness of humanity, the pathetic structure simplifying the crime, he bore witness to the ending, while she witnessed its birth, a Friday of unexpected revelations, a Friday to signify the end…
Shift The View Up Here – Wrapped In Words
Tattered deviations in a blink of an eye unfold behind wicked lies, we see the truth bust shield our souls away from its bitterness, instead choosing to forget and twist reality in our own whimsical play thing, but it doesn’t but work that way, it cannot be that way, for we are no god, we…
We Are… – Part Thirty-One
Marty smiles nervously, as he feels the edge of hit top lip quiver with annoyance. “S-S-SURPR-P-PRISE!” Sophie yells with glee, laughing hysterically before her face becomes emotionless and she stares coldly at Marty. “I CANNN TELL B-B-BY THE LOOK ON Y-Y-YYOUR ROT-T-TTEN FACE YOU DIDN’T EXPECT P-P-POOR LITTLE SOPHIE TO B-B-BE I-I-ITS WAY IN!” Marty…
