Deliverance

The brown wood is attracting him, eyes are nailed in it as he grew closer. Open it. He stood there, examining the casket. He placed his hand above it, and his lips smiled at the bulging excitement of opening its cover.

The Bargain

The corridors began to shout echoes, piercing even to this room. Both boo’s and ah’s are reeling me. I’ve got to finish this quickly, I pulled bone after bone, off the skin and each other. I snapped and sawed until what’s left is a vessel.

Rare Hair

Once there was a girl, “Daisy”, called her mother. Born in a town, with nothing in particular, Houses and streets, not a thing is peculiar. But the girl. Yes, that girl! Unlike the town; born she was. She was particular, surely peculiar. Has a hair, long and rare.