When we went see my mother at the hospital she was very sick. They had just amputated her leg. She had lost tremendous weight. Her skin clung to her bones, her hair was frazzled and her eyes sunk into her skull. We were distraught by just how frail she looked. But my mother was still … Continue reading Mother
Month: July 2018
Kimberly didn’t know how she felt. She was getting drunk every other night, didn’t matter she was out or in. If she couldn’t get her hands on the booze she was smoking weed or taking pills in whatever form and shape they came. All she knew was that in the past few weeks she watched … Continue reading Epilogue
Shimmer This Way
It comes to you on the street. Tralloping, galloping to its prey. Those heads smash all they touch. Pulverizing, demolishing - left with crumbles. Be-cause There's a rea- -son why When we, We look In- -side. You will find- A shi- Mmer- -Ing light. They're digging, they're smashing, They are sniffing. Demolishing,pulverizing. They are looking … Continue reading Shimmer This Way
Caught, Wasting, Sick and jaded. Do you love me? Can you - Will you... End me?
I had that dream again, the one where I kneel before you and make overtures. I awoke, confronted by my fear of intimacy, my shunning of it in pursuit of a more o it. Each day I'm more afraid than the last that I'm losing you. You will have to push me because I'm a … Continue reading Dissonance
The woman walked into the park, wearing a floppy hat that obscured her facial features and a dowdy trench coat that hung loose upon her spindly figure, slicing through life with her aquiline nose. Her feet buckled in her shoes as she thrust forward. She found her bench in the grey of the dying day … Continue reading Strangers
He anxiously waited at the bus stop for her. It had been months since he'd last saw her but it had felt like years. She was on television, in many interviews, different shows and locations and it appeared a lot had transpired, it's the illusion of pluralism. In the village things hadn't changed much, things … Continue reading In Modicums
You sit in front of me and I try to look at you. To discern meaning from the way the lines on your glowing freckled face contract, expand and quiver. I try to make sense of how your smile flickers and the way your dimples blush making eternal impressions for my mind to taste. Sweet, … Continue reading Mind Candy
Blood is the answer to questions never asked. Blood is the answer to worries, never shared. A temporary remedy, For the insecurity and the slow death of the self. Bottled, about to burst. Blood, Blood, Splat. Break these ribs. Slit these wrists.
We fought each other, with each opportunity we got. For you it was a chance to have one over me, for me it was about destroying you. With each defeat I hoped you'd break and you would confess, at last, that I'm better than you. Then we grew and we discovered as big as the … Continue reading Nemesis