There Are No Clean Hands, But It Is Important How They Become Dirty

“Eleemercenary”

Perhaps the better of us don’t have need for wishes
Yet between each beat of that wonderful heart thumping in your chest, you can feel it:
How long ‘til we’re no longer human? It’s already questionable at best.
The browning leaves rustle on the fall breeze

A puppy woofs within the placid street, ambling joyfully with an innocent grin
The right side of my lips curl before I can catch it
An icy chill creeps through my veins, resurrecting long-dead friends strewn about in the warm ...