My words feel so empty and weak.
Letters strung with punctuation like Christmas popcorn string.
Flawed articulation traipsing across the ether,
to convey the emotions of some old mental fever. 64 more words
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The sound of metal hitting metal permeates the house. It is relentless. They are driving steel rods into the earth for the Skytrain station being built across the street, and the construction noise is nerve-wracking. 985 more words