Chill of the Tongue

Emotions wither In random abundance, And the chill of a cold heart Brushes away the last evidence Of compassion. Unseen, unheard, unbidden. The piercing pain of the tongue Lashes deep Into the soul of innocence. The simplicity of a word Is minimized And into the abyss Of destruction it is cast. Unheeded prayers from Saddened…

Just a Boy

I was shivering as I climbed up into the truck. It had been parked under a tree but the sun had since settled to shine directly upon it. I was grateful for the heat and for once I didn't mind the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to the upholstery. I leaned my head back…