Asylum

I am the mental hospital that hoards the crazy of your love. It’s out of control, trying to be controlled in here. So wild our memory locks jam and we forget words but hum along anyway to the lyrics of “rescue me”. I don’t remember. I don’t remember the unlove before you walked through creaky...

November PAD Challenge 8 | Spaced out

I'm playing a bit of catch up today - thanks for tolerating all three posts. Prompt eight of the November PAD Challenge was an option of two: Write a paranormal poem. Write a normal poem. I’m not sure what a normal poem is, but if you do (and you want to write one), go for...