Author Archives: Honie Briggs

Subsistence

Cold night grips. Restless wrenching gives no release. Silent screams choke my throat. Horror fills space once reserved for dreams. There is no escape, save waking. No transport comes. Hollow shadows cloak my soul. I live two lives simultaneously, past and … Continue reading

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