Graffiti of Time

Coffee Talk With Time

I've been thinking a lot about age lately. Could be that the infamous five-oh has been staring me in the face since February. That's when Time showed up. My birthday wasn't until August but she would flare her red skirt in the shadows of my home,...

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collect call

The voices whispered in my head, hammering away with quiet, deadly words. They were the only ones in there now. They’d tied up Hope, shoved memory of better times and better dreams in her mouth, gagging her. Forcing her silent. They injected me with nightmares...