He had gone away years before. Away, as in not there, not where Miranda was, not around when she needed him—or someone, anyone—to be in her corner.
Tag Archives: Human Condition
Buried Alive
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
Someone Else’s Window
Outside someone else’s window the neighbour’s wife
. . .
To Escape the Lurking Darkness
I whisper my confessions to the lake that holds my secrets.
Collecting Thoughts and Keeping Quiet
I’m fading away
Disappearing
Camouflaged into the background
Even as the world is fearing
