Fringe Dweller


She’s a fringe dweller. Living on the edge of a forgotten world. Watching the shadows. Casting the light. Solitude perfected. She enters the night.


Shattered Silence



There is nothing here but this piano and an odd odour left by the past inhabitants. I have escaped from my prison and I play like a mad woman. Silence shatters on solid floor. Light breaks on fragile skin. I am ready to penetrate the abyss and enter your world. It matters not if this is present, future or past.