ReverseImaku

The man in black sat in his throne, his head leaning against his arm. He observed the demon slaves brushing vigorously against the walls, trying to clean out whatever stray dirt that was left in every inch of the throne room. A demon stood beside him, fanning vigorously with a giant paper fan, and another holding a plate of grapes knelt before him, serving as his table. A knock came on the giant door in front of him and every demon looked up. He said, “Come in.” The door opened with a loud creak, and a messenger hurried in, kneeling with both legs and looking up at his Lord. “My Lord, 403 is nowhere to be found,” he

my fingers trace the second hand on the clock pushing it anti-clockwise hoping the illusion of turning back time would be real. if i could go back in time to mourn what i had gotten in the present the ache in my heart would be less than the ache in my back. my bed is the outer space of my body, being the only vessel that allows me to run from pain, from responsibility, from my many dreams. it suffocates me with thoughts that i can never chase those fickle dreams of being fit. my oxygen rests in the atmosphere of my audience of stars yet i still drift, because the atmosphere of my stars brings back the pain in my back. my mother jokingly te