Seething Wickedness Seeping From Within – Wrapped In Words

Considering the focus of denial, we stepped forward, blood running down our faces, chemicals burning our flesh, we were becoming, we were ascending, destiny was within our grasp, like a golden ring, promised from the gods,  then the darkness soaked in to the everything around us, but in the end it wasn’t the darkness that…

I Tooted My Own Horn Whilst Alone – Wrapped In Words

As we face our completeness we will see our true form, an image constructed from bizarre pieces of folding materials shoved into a package we call ourselves, but is it the face we show all those around us, is it the image we let everyone else perceive us to be, or is it a shadowed…

Totem For The Winter Owl – Wrapped In Words

Plastic strips across my face, stuck down with surgical tape, hiding the damage that was done, hiding the marks made with blades of ice, superficial things painted in white, my life, my soul, my everything dies tonight, a dusty room, a stained floor, a veil of darkness, a sordid lie, we step on stones, we…

Did You Release My Relief – Wrapped In Words

Pain, it is not a virtue but a symptom on the rhythm, an afterthought of the knife’s blade, all the drugs, all the hate filled spite, all the requests for release, all the promises of relief, fail to come…

We Saw A Fish Dancing In The Rain – Wrapped In Words

The symptoms out ruled the gutter trash that made my life a destructive mess of promises made to others, unforgiving words of madness, sins buried in the dusty sands that once housed my childhood dreams, there is no tomorrow without yesterday, today is a figment if your dreams gone off the rails of time,  …

Coldness Wrapped In A Blanket – Wrapped In Words

Placate my words in a sea of red, my life a wash, my blood do I shed, forgiveness not given, mistrust held against those unworthy, I saw you there that day, we locked eyes for a moment, I saw the tears running down your face and I misread what they meant, for I thought you…

The Curtain Begins To Part, The Shows About To Start – Short Story

The lights twist and turn in the darkness, creating shadows that seem alive with movement. His mind frantically creates dark doubts and fears that implode with a plethora of images that burn their way into his brain. An explosion ripped through the electrified air and he feels the madness washing over him as familiar faces…

A Map Carved Across My Face – Wrapped In Words

Sinful eyes stare northward judging me and my path, twisting what I set behind me in my past, misconstruing my monopoly of best intentions into a sea of angry moments lost in the inner monologue of a broken child, a paradox of unquestionable answers that are given in rhythmic fashion like a muted dog wearing…

Paint Me A Picture Of A World Gone Away – Short Story

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,…