Open flesh and blood That was the past Thick discolor skin Was the left of you

Part 2 of my story

A story I wrote based on one of my dreams. Part 2 of the story is up.

A short poem describing my state of mind.

I’m writing about some stories I remembered when I dreamt at night.

A short banter between 2 prisoners waiting for their last meal.

Oh teddy bear, sitting on my bed Can you see through my disruptive soul?

A story that revolves around the two main life events one would encounter, asking the question of what is love or death?