i can’t escape the corpse garden. there is no exit, it’s everywhere and nowhere all at once. its reality as much as it is fantasy, with equal parts traumatic hallucination. the severed heads bear a striking resemblance to fan palms, the gnarled fingers almost like twigs, grasping for anything that moves. it stinks of rottingContinue reading “My Corpse Garden”
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The Telephone Call
My heart is beating rapidly, threatening to burst out my chest. I pick up the phone, and enter the number slowly. My fingers are trembling so much they can barely find the right keys, as I type in the number. I have the phone book next me, though heaven knows I don’t need it. TheContinue reading “The Telephone Call”
Dusk’s Garden
The air smells like roses and Indian jasmine. The palm trees sway gently in the wind, as I scamper through the long grass. The moon is rising in the grey sky, with just a single streak of orange left. It’s an empty field. Both in the sky and on the earth, but not at dusk.Continue reading “Dusk’s Garden”
Literary Musings 