A traveler at heart and by trade, musician, and writer.
The dry, splintering trap door of the hollow burst open, and two hands groped the surface of the earth, clawing at the edges of the aperture. Kaelin drew in a short breath, its labor igniting an agonizing fire in his heaving chest.
By Niki Murray3 years ago in Fiction
The pines are tall, whispering high above us in the chilly night air. The moon had become our best friend, thousands of miles away from any civilization...
By Niki Murray5 years ago in Filthy
Words like silk spill from your mouth In these shadowed memories Flickering on the walls of this empty chasm The sepulchre that is my heart
By Niki Murray5 years ago in Poets