by kingdompen | Nov 23, 2016 | Poetry
By Madelyn Graves Pain. Red, hot to the touch Ripples down my body, echoing my hours of screams That are now lost in the void of the mountainside. My white hands Once soft to the touch Are now coarse, caked with layers of blood and grime. Blackened, defiled. I study...
by kingdompen | Oct 21, 2016 | Poetry
By Madelyn Graves The flickering lampshade beams against the dark. Eyes sealed shut The soft glow burns against my lids As if it were the sun itself. But the radiance fades Dissolving into the vortex of night. For bulbs go out And sunlight sinks. Until the only thing...