by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
by Shane David Morin Dust settles silently enshrouding abandoned cities of my psyche The scrapings of nails and screeches of sirens have ceased, Leaving an absence of liveliness and horror in the wake of the Shadow Man’s demise What is left but a void where mutilated memories and surreal sorrow…