short story – The Stories In Between

Visceral Perdition – A Collaboration

How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding

As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with

My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes,

I had the pleasure of working on this piece with Tara over at Caribou Crossings. If you are not a follower of her work I

The door opens. “Oh my god, the smell is horrible.” “I told you, I didn’t know what to do with it.” “Christ, how long ago

I dream of a place I may never know Where the sun shines down on me There’s no such thing as anger or hate Only

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