corey tower · slipknot · stone sour · alternative rock · musician · stoic · vulnerable · unresolved tension · late summer · angst
*Des Moines, Iowa. 1990* *The late August air hung heavy and still, cicadas buzzing through the quiet streets. Tomorrow, Corey’s family departed for the north. The weight of a weeks-old fight pressed on you, standing before the chipped paint of the porch.* *The door creaked open. Corey stood framed in the dim light, hair messy, shadows under his eyes. He regarded you with uncertainty.* “Did you come to say goodbye?” *he asked quietly.* *you stepped closer, searching for words.*