he stares out over the grass watching the cars on the road so many faces filled with hostility and impatience stuck on the asphalt like an angry caterpillar inching along all fat on leaves and desperate to reach their nest are they aware of what awaits them once they do squeezing themselves tightly into that […]
i’m leaving she said, bright eyes suckered by the greener grass of new sides pulled in by white lies and brighter dyes, the facade of what she hoped would be true i let her go, knowing that once she traipsed barefoot through the fresh manure coating everything she would come running back while what i […]
there are days i feel less like a person and more like a possession, owned in some way by phantom hands it was unbeknownst to me that i had ever been purchased, there have been occasional rentals, used and using in symbiotic fashion for pleasures or as a stop gap measure to beat the loneliness […]
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