Heart. Heartbeat. Beat. Beat heart. Small God of my chest. You keep time better than any clock. Mark the moments of a being in soft thrum through veins and organs. Yet, you are more than …
Both Halves Of The Sphere
I once spent many moons trapped in a nightmare from which I could not wake. Thrashing through life, fueled by resistance. Primed for flight. Each place my eyes lit some fresh, new horror eeked it’s …