Art, Brush


“Please don’t cry my love, Goodbye”
“Please don’t say goodbye, Please don’t say goodbye”
Art, Brush

Quotation Mark

He let her do it, then looked around for his fingers. There they were, curled like a bloody quotation mark on the lead. He laughed.


Together, we form a necessary paradox.
Art, Brush


Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile
As I’m walking down the corridor
I’m slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace
So please, please..