he stands there, striped boxer briefs and bare chested, foot up on the sink clipping his toenails like the slovenly pig he is tattooed forearm, tattoos calves, pentacle necklace hanging limply in the air he catches a glimpse at himself and recoils in revulsion what the fuck happened to you scars on his hands, the […]
i can stare across the chasm of where i am and where i wish i was the small blurry figure that represents all the wrong choices all the wrong obsessions the lies the tales told the drinks i drank the drugs consumed yet as i raise my hand to wave the figure does as well […]
she looked at me for a long moment, weighing the words before asking do you still hate me i don’t know what i expected her to say but it wasn’t that a swarm of knives flew around my mind unbidden, so many hurts and wounds and scars still forming no, not any more and never […]
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 […]
maybe english isn’t really my native tongue i speaks bits of other languages, a mutt of linguistical gymnastics, not enough to be fluent but just the right amount to offend perhaps i haven’t found my true language in the ocean of words that lazily laps the beaches of my mind what if the doctors implanted […]
my fingertips are calloused a combination of deadened nerves from frying chicken and cranking a wrench and soldering iron this thick build up of ritual scarring my hands have endured may be my down fall the sacrifices to the gods of groceries and electricity rent to the auspicious host sixty plus hours of devotion in […]
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