A Glance Encounter
They pushed him into the room and closed the door. Desperately, he tried the handle. It didn’t budge. They’d locked the door. He turned and looked at the room…
Seeing
Sometimes I cast myself to wonder Of how the world could be If mirrors mattered not to us And we could really see
The Old Lady
Sharp, shiny pieces and a Shivering Smashing sound. My pretty wet face wrinkled on the floor. Who sees it but me, what was before. Segments of beauty, drowning…