Maiden dressed in white
gliding through the killing fields
smiting the impure.
No. 156
The world is crumbling.
The chaos made me weary.
I retreat to bed.
No. 155
You forced the pills down
hoping it would numb your pain.
You turn to nothing.
No. 154
You make holes in walls.
I become a statue.
frozen in time.
No. 153
Faces, fathomless.
Intentions, indecipherable.
Friends become strangers.
No. 152
He wrote a love song
she was never meant to hear.
Notes, tattered and torn.
No. 151
Her broken body
has spells etched in each bruise and
scarred imperfection.
No. 150
A seamless smile forms.
The perfect caricature.
She goes home in tears.
No. 149
Elevator game.
To the realm of spirits or
unrestrained madness?
No. 148
I’m still not awake.
There are still unexplored rooms
and winding staircases.