The living ain’t easy

It hasn’t taken away everything there is still me inside. Don’t forget I rise, fall, stumble, then I suppose because I’m here, I rise. See even grey lizards can be Newborn from cinders. My number is definitely not over Mother’s nature to beta block a seizure on Kronos’s clock. merely an earthling in my mortalContinue reading “The living ain’t easy”

Her bloody stalker The red army draws collective breath whistles it out in a  howling gust of wind snarling. She stands tall – her long  tresses raised to the heavens A subtle message from Hell’s dwellers:  it was back to attack. Every month,  they stalk her just as night follows day, full-mooned. Hairy palms, yellow slit eyesContinue reading “Her bloody stalker”