The nightmares don't go away. They settle into the night alongside the sounds of gentle snoring and the shifting water off the darkened fishtank. Nighttime is loud, and ominous; not for the darkness, but for the stillness. The time that stretches between midnight and daybreak is infinite, unwavering, unchanging. I sit in it, sometimes trying … Continue reading Awake at 4am
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Nightmares
The bottle sits on the floor between the nightstand and the bed. The price tag, still on the glass, is peeling from too much contact with blindly searching fingers. The tumbler sits on marble from a life long since dead, a sticky ring of soda and whiskey preventing it from slipping along the surface. Permanent … Continue reading Nightmares
Faith Taryn Davies 