There was a riftas bodies began to shiftbetween each partthere was no startjust a great expansionof time entering the mansionfrom one corridordown the hall the swaying of a doorand all the bodies began to meshfusing each others fleshand all the moments began to intertwineuntil there was no other moment in time. Thanks for reading. -TemperamentallyContinue reading “A rift.”
I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
Temperamentally Tina 