Growing Old and Age and Entropy

Keys left in the lock, location named after its occupant, to expose identity. 3D smelled of wood chips, inscribed on 2D’s door were the words Bridges for Trolls. Keys jangled like a rusted bell as the door opened and revealed the sigh of relief. Losing the mechanism used to unlock self, moments to make theContinue reading “Growing Old and Age and Entropy”

b.l.e.a.c.h.

Symptoms of skull bleaching are conflicted when back-dropped against snow, acid-washed-denim, tooth-caps, generic paper towels and the pinch of light leaning through a door cracked open separating the well lit dining room and the windowless position of cellars, as above, so below. But the handcuff glints and holds its glare in the computer screen (cleanedContinue reading “b.l.e.a.c.h.”