Invictus

  Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.   In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not...

….. Showers

Time races forward at an excruciating slow rate. She clutches the now empty space. The numbness, it grows...it grows out of her body further than she'll ever know. Staring at the floor she hesitates to...