End of the Line
I awoke in an atrium hurtling through a dark abyss. The beautiful terrazzo floor, embedded with blue like sapphires, shook beneath my feet, quaking, groaning, screeching.
I awoke in an atrium hurtling through a dark abyss. The beautiful terrazzo floor, embedded with blue like sapphires, shook beneath my feet, quaking, groaning, screeching.

I own like six nail clippers
and I honestly can’t
find
even one
The Laughter Lines poetry competition was run by Penstricken, a literary magazine. My poem "Sunset" was one of the top three runners up.
Elisa left reception surrounded by light. Seams of it cracked the high-rise towers ahead of her, gilding her retinas. For once, she didn’t mind not knowing where she was headed, starting a new journey with no destination.
To hold hands
is to be in chains.
I made you in my image
so you could have everything I’m proud of.
You wave
at everyone.
usually goodbye,
sometimes hello.
If I had slept ten minutes, I had slept a lifetime.
Barlow beams as the escapement begins to rotate. His workshop is laced with tobacco and damp and the fading scent of industry.