Light

There is a light in my life so bright I can no longer sleep through the darkest of days.

It never dims, and it never burns out.

It’s a light that pushes you towards it,

even through headaches

or through sleep deprived eyes

And so each day is brighter

Those LED light bulbs were a good idea, after all.

Dead Job End

There she was, my dead grandmother lying in her coffin, waiting to be burned. I felt incredibly anxious studying her endlessly sleeping, noting how her make-up was far better than she ever had it living. I tried to point this out, but no one would listen, insisting she was always a master at powdering. I thought it unwise to bring up her drug past in relation to this, so left the room to have a panic attack about it all somewhere else. Continue reading