I am blossoming,destined to die as a diamond,springing from the sullen soil,shooting towards the sun like an ambitious rose,only to be crushed beneath the snickering sun and banished back beneath the ancient earth. I look into the mirror and I see a picture of perfect sadness.One day this will all be a footnote,a forgotten, faded…

The summer was riddled with rain,each drop, dripping with dread.Me, alone under my umbrella,wishing to forget,stalking my shadow,kept alive and alert by the hunt. Nothing feels right. All the stars have gone out.It can’t just be the pollution.The clocks cackle,cycling numbers with sick smiles,green leaves, grow old before their time,and I hunt the heiress of…