On the porch
Eyes fall shut
Skull, searing scream
Chest muscles fluttering
Heartbeat suddenly silent
Gasping for air
A black ocean
No gates of pearl
No fires of damnation
A void of complete, quiet, vacancy
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable. I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.