Always, unfinished.

Silence:
Creeping softly up my legs,
wrapping it's snake-like body around my hips-
the hips that bore my deceased children.
Silence, sliding up my spine and across my breasts,
making me feel young again.
Silence, curls around my neck and tightens it's unforgiving grip.
In a brief moment of pain I shout his name
and I fall to the ground.
-Entry 1

Midnight Recipe:
She jumps the stars of infinite with ease,
chasing her death for the fear of boredom.
Afraid to light the room.
-Ugh