“Inside Out”

By Wayne Russell I am the dead inside out, more alone than you could possibly imagine. Underneath¬†kaleidoscope¬†skies, trees sway in the sorrowful breeze, loneliness has a hold on the stranglehold cool of day. I lit a match and the world imploded, sat outside and watched¬†people passing by in subtle sway. She and me equaled = … Continue reading “Inside Out”