Death of a thousand Cuts

Don’t tell me it’s over if you still love me, that’s worse than lime juice in an open wound, death of a thousand cuts, open my heart, spit inside, like falling in a dream into nothing and nowhere, a chasm so empty, cries can’t be heard, stripping fingernails with rusty tweezers, death without dying. But…Read more Death of a thousand Cuts

The Ending -Daily Post prompt

 COMMENTS, not just welcome, INVITED. Failure is a hard and unforgiving mistress. But failure was what he did best. It was the only thing he was good at, you might say. Failure was his cross to carry. No-one would have thanked you for saying it but the truth was a close relative of failure…Read more The Ending -Daily Post prompt