Hallways and Key Rings.

For you sister, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mn-FFjIbo8 I see your face in my memories through hallways and key rings. I’d pass by your bedroom, see you with headphones on, dancing. I’d go to my room at only age seven and dance to the same beat until age eleven. It was fun, when we took the headphones off, learnContinue reading “Hallways and Key Rings.”

The Marching Band

Floating like fog in the night, It lingers. Banging its drum, with its frail undead fingers. On an empty chord song, marching into our lives, Grim Reapers gonna get ya, with its sharp seething scythe. A percussion so constant We live fast to deny You can run boy, but from death you can’t hide. HoveringContinue reading “The Marching Band”