Ripped from sleep’s embrace.
Terror, fear, desolation.
Hands clasp.
“Please, please.”
Silence thunders.
My heart pounding.
“Please. I love...”
Silence whispers.

Posted/Updated on September 16th, 2018
Originally published on July 3rd, 2018

3 a.m. is a haunting hour. The time for nightmares, writing ideas, and calls from friends who need to talk. A time when anxiety plagues and worries grow fangs. This was written in 2017. Not sure what was the situation surrounding it -- probably contemplating the plight of two of my fictional characters. Whatever the case, such a different period of life I was going through. Kinda odd to go back and see my writing from then, and see how different things are just a year later.