Closer

By Anonymous I’m tired. I can’t live anymore if life is only going to be a constant alternation  between numbness and panic. My brain can’t settle. What would it settle on? Everything is wet and moldy. Even the good moments,  the occasional drifting embers, small and sparkling, are tainted. The thin pricks of heat they…

Mind’s Beating Hearts

By Caleb Carrao My head pulses to a taunting dance. Each clumsy step shoots a bullet of burning pressure in one temple and out the other. I grow tired of the darkness splashed with sharp stings of migraine’s color. My eyes open, shattering the existence of my mind to one of fluorescent light slowly rocking…