Walls that Speak July 10, 2020July 9, 2020 Mitchel David Ring7 Comments Into the cracks in the walls, crawling like ice on the face of a corpse, the words come and go sometimes...
Knife Edge June 21, 2020June 20, 2020 Mitchel David Ring15 Comments Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying...
Alabaster February 13, 2020February 13, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments I looked around at the fallen snow that lay over the city and saw beneath it to hidden grime, the sludge of years accumulated in unseen places...