Posted by: picca on: April 4, 2007
It’s like the end of 2006 was a horrible train wreck, an engine going too fast with eyes shut tight, crashing headfirst into a mountain.
Then in 2007, I was left with my heart in pieces on the floor in front of me, and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. It was a [...]
Posted by: picca on: March 27, 2007
Heavy breathing. All is black.
Scratched lines and a fuzzy radio screech.
Droplets of rain and blood.
Jagged, rough images. Pain. A hand drenched in a sticky red liquid.
Screams.
People talking. Arguing.
“I don’t want you to go.” A male voice.
She felt herself speak. “I have to.” A hand grabbed hers.
Her heart pounded in [...]
