Part Four The days were bleeding into each other. I never once saw the sun or the moon, and although I looked towards the western horizon at every dawn, I never saw the stars again. The sky was a constant blanket of red and black, changing shades depending on the hour of the day. I…
Part Two I was dreaming. In my dream I was back in school. That boy in my class, that puny boy, had been calling me names, kicking my seat, stealing my pens. I wanted to react, I wanted to tell him to stop it, I wanted to tell on him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t…
The auditory precede; it rises and recedes. Light in its wake, quickly followed by the ache. Laughter and tears aplenty, anger and fears and envy. The hands slow down, but in the tide it drowns. Darker grows the head and privates and dread, While the tide washes on with cosmic inconsideration. Mountains, hills, and valleys;…
Gutter Galley 