This’ll be In My Pocket

December 9, 2015

I was standing moments away from saving grace, and saving face, I heard that whole chorus of angels sing, down below, above my head. When your voice shocked open these heavy eyelids, I forgot how to cry. I forgot how much I had wanted to die. You lift me up with your laugh. You clear […]

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Grane – Day One: “Wither…”

December 9, 2015
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She had forgotten how old she had become. Time had lost all meaning. The hourglass lay smashed and her sands strewn all across creation. Weeks? Months? Years? Did she even age anymore, or had she become eternal like the desert she walked? She was just another grain of sand in the ceaseless storm, and so […]

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