LtMilway

October By: Logan Milway October, my darling, Why must you tempt me with you crisp embrace only to keep me at a distance? You plague my mind, causing me to crave you, desire you. October, my darling, You draw me in with your deep, glowing stars and your immortal moon We can be together, my dearest October, for January is not far behind. Yet you reject me, blaming your festivals and our closeness, But you cannot deceive me, October, For I know you will turn your mind in a similar season. October, my darling, You cut my very soul with your cold I have been cut before, but never as deeply than by the winds of you, October. You haun

Asylum By: Logan Milway “Keep breathing. What ever you do, don’t stop breathing,” thought the man, “Breathing is one of the 17 things that will keep me alive.” He could not see where he was or where he was going. The bag pulled down over his head made sure of that. The frequent hops into the air told him that the van was driving on some kind of dirt road. The man felt every bump and crack from under his steel bench. Every ounce of his body sagged from the weight of his sedatives, everything but his hands. The cuffs on his hands were so tight that he couldn’t feel the numbing effects of whatever chemicals