A Grim Escape

Broken feathers easing down my spine. I’m struggling, this mountain is too steep to climb. How did I end up paying for your crimes. I close my eyes and remember the sounds of the Chimes. The bells from the temples; the series of events that took place eleven hours before this dread. I’m half deadContinue reading “A Grim Escape”

Changing patterns

It was going onto the third day of gloomy skies and wet soil; the day started off like any usual day would, hitting snooze at least five times and eating a single cracker for breakfast. The next two hours escalates into a rushed maze run towards another boring day arched over a computer screen. I try to make the hours that tick by feel fun by creating tunes as I hit my keyboard. Karen, just a cubical away crunches on her carrots and hummus whilst scanning for potential threats that may damage her privileged life.

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