November. It is nowhere near me now. November is circling back around though. It moves along confidently, in an evil orbit, content to slowly circumnavigate it’s way back to me. Floating overhead like a bloodlusting scavenger bird. Feathers that are oily with the stench of black. A sickly, satisfied bird, pleased with itself and a […]
I reached the bottom, the absolute bottom, and felt like I could not go any further down, and that the only answer was to leave this world and the pain behind, and so I died. I put a gun in my mouth to die a mortal death. But instead I got out of the tub. […]
In the chasm between insomnia and heartbreak lie the devil and this website.