#CreativeTuesday

Pain. Everyone believes to known what pain is, as well as how it feels. But they don’t know—you don’t know. You don’t understand what it is to have an emptiness consume you. An emptiness that claws its way through your skin and imbeds itself in your bones. An emptiness, the weight of which more overwhelming than one may imagine.   …

He checked his watch under the glare of the waning gibbous moon. He’d been digging for twenty minutes now and the moment was fast-approaching. Decaying leaves in trees and decaying leaves on the ground. Dying bugs and dying plants. Death embraced the world. The crisp September wind didn’t improve things by rustling the leaves, giving him the impression that someone …