#70 Sleep descends on eyes wide open, but memories hide and weariness creeps into nooks and crannies where rest can’t…
#69 Cut me open and see if I bleed the tears you shed for yourself.
#68 Frozen in fear I stand, I stare, and wonder if this is what it means to die alone…
#67 “And if you must die do it quietly so you don’t betray the rest of us.”
#66 hot lacerations knives on fire deep inside where no one sees
#65 Acta missa: the past can’t be changed. Your memory can only try to black it out…
#64 ‘Fallen’ means nothing more than having lost the faith to fly.
#63 Torn pages, fading ink – Erase and start over.
#62 “You break me!” I scream, crying as I gaze in the mirror.
#61 Long nails tearing deep gashes, draining every last drop of blood. These wounds are mine. The nails are, too.