A Tinge of Luck

My hands were cupped in my bosom, decomposing the orchestrated fear in my palpitating heartbeat, that of a loose cannon, I could not grasp hold of the solid reality, but helplessly sinking into the chimerical world built around my head. The precipice was acrophobic, my legs jellied, my hands writhed wildly, my head spinning. IContinue reading “A Tinge of Luck”