by JRS Trying to run but the wolves keep chasing. Staggered breaths and weak legs slow me down. Grabbing hold of my wrists, the wolves attack. Blade like claws and sharp cutting teeth dig into my flesh, a shriek escapes my mouth. They asked me if I needed help but I declined their offer. Now… Continue reading A Journey With The Wolves
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Her By JRS
I sat there this morning watching her. Observing her. She lit her cigarette and climbed into her snow covered Corolla. Slip on shoes, pj pants and a jacket. This is what addiction looks like. Needing to get your fix no matter what is going on. A while later she got out and went back inside.… Continue reading Her By JRS