An Apple made of glass

She bit into an Apple made of glass, The fragments slicing her tongue, Her blood enhancing the poignant flavors As she chewed and crunched with cautious vigor. Shards dug into the walls of her mouth, A river of blood seeping past her lips, Her teeth grinding the glass into fractures, The pieces sparkling- sifting through [...]

Buried Alive

Will I know the song of the dead, The chorus of the rotting bones, The sting of the cutting rocks, That block my way to heaven? Heavy and burdened, there is no time to scream, no time to panic, Air pockets poke through, promising more, Promising me yellow-orange light. I cough as I breathe more [...]