Remnants

The touch of the tattersall against my skin is cold— uninviting The cacophony of indistinct noises hangs over my head like a broken record— unwelcoming My heart hollowed by the loneliness gripping my senses The dismal longing seems endless I shouldn’t be here but I am I should be free but I am shackled Dreading…

The Lemon Avenue

  A dilapidated house sat in the middle of nowhere, the walls have deteriorated through years of neglect, the roof was damaged by elements of lies and deception. It was a four-walled dungeon hidden behind the guilty eyes of the damned fools who tried to salvage its existence. As the howling of birds succumbed into…