Stories Short Stories - The Mattress Factory (part 2) Part 1 here The next day he goes to the same place, and realizes there's a spot of blood on the pavement. A brief moment of confusion passes over him before he finds the inner courage to feel his head - there's a bump. He remembers
Poems Poems: Love long past Why do I pray for love long past? The sorrow wicked, rife with dust, To stay or go, that is my shame, How do I go? That is my pain. Why do I wake, day after day, Pretending it is all but lust? However hard, I got so far, My
Stories Short Stories: The Mattress Factory (part 1) An allegorical account of the tragic and gradual death of autonomy and love, repression, pain and dissociation from reality.
