Tag: dead inside

Written by m ennenbach

mortician

she was made for me like a pine box lined with satin standing open next to a six foot deep rectangle in the middle of the desert she eyes me like the shadows in the noontime sky slowly circling spiralling closer to where i lay prone beneath the anger apparent in the storm behind her […]

Written by m ennenbach

head aches with rampant stupidity around me

hey you yeah you the sun is setting like a corpse pregnant with blowflies behind the cityscape of nightmares that lives in my mind traffic has slowed to a crawl as the idiots stare at the flashing lights of the cop car on the side of the road the poor hapless bastard pulled over for […]