Ruin

Spin   Read his head like a bounty.  Set a price on his face.  Spit back, quick scan, hides his …

Of Grief

Desperately clutching a hope that proved false, face contorted into a smile like a  wilting lycoris as words landed  with …

The Smell

The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. …