A single page entrycould make a novelof a thousand pageswritten in vanity.Kept out of sightfrom tenacious eyeswhich clawits delicate words.It is the gold kept lockedbutton by buttonwithin my being.There is no combination to this safe.As it is with the...

I darkly confesswithout remorse or,empathy,there is nothing like eating somethingstill squirming to stay alive.

I died last night.And after succumbing to the plight,I woke up to a heaven which I’ve never worshiped.Oh, stout and mighty were the pillars flanking the gate!Had I lived of purer faith; I would have seen that my soul...