Subtleties of the Subconscious.
September 5, 2021
Drip.. Drip.. The sound of liquid hitting the floor echoed loud in my head. I massaged my temples. Looking up, I smiled at Nickel who’s grey face was two seats ahead of me at the dining table. The gaping oil painting beyond her dripped black down the canvas onto the dark maroon wall. A patch … More Subtleties of the Subconscious.