Solice Stories

She prays With eyes open She stays In the same moment for months on end She prays with darkness lingering around waiting for a relapse She prays looking down hoping a hand will lift her now descended chin Breathe in Not alive just breathing Then Alive but dead inside This perpetual sentence an indefinite plane she isolates herself in Opening the pack of anti depressants more than she opens her own eyes Those tired eyes Those black and blue, overworked but never retired eyes Those I've seen the world with you and can't imagine it without you eyes Those mascara lines draining the darker parts of her soul but never fully cleansing it Those hopeful eyes Now windows with prickly vines entangled around handle bars no one can come inside No one can see what's behind the crimson blinds No one is around when they close and the show's over This light shines but she won't let it in Please let it in

A collection of tales based around the activities of many different people across a strange and unique universe.