It waits in the shadow of thoughts; sitting real and large on my chest like a rock pressing sharp edges into earth’s soft soil. Settling into tender places until the pressure builds and the corners of my heart fracture enough to allow tears to seep through and...
I’ve grown tired and my throbbing head rests wearily on shoulders knotted by the week’s concerns. Night begins to fill the sky with its inky fingerprint and I notice there aren’t any stars. Even the smallest shaft of light has been snuffed out by...
