Bath

The insides were burning, the outsides compelled to bear witness.

Wanderer

A new day…

The laser-garrote silenced the first goon outside the gate.

The words flowed out once more.

Bob walks over to the table and sits down.

The warrior bore witness to the bloody river of life’s progression.

~ adapted from a dream

I am from Outside. Outside all of this…

Exen, keenly reposed in newly coursing adrenaline, rises to the sound of extraterrestrial cheers.

Strolling back from the store, the bottle firmly in his grasp…