there was a winsome look in her gaze as the last spotlight faded as she relived the years on stage from those awkward first nights to the heyday of coke and easy marks a sense of pride briefly washed across her before the steady decline reminded her how she got to this final curtain call […]
and out on the white topped waves the sail boat sailed as it was born to do. she could be lying on a fancy bed in a ritzy hotel but she had chose lying on piss soaked newspaper on a cigarette burnt carpet in a run down apartment in any city in any state excepting […]
she sat on the trash like the mermaid of the dump watching the wind blow garbage across the dusty land oh siren oh siren of the municipal waste did you imagine this was how your life would eventually turn out once the prettiest girl in her class now the trackmarks run down her arms like […]
he was trapped in an invisible box his smile was painted on but the terror in his eyes was real contagious he pulled out something from his pocket a pistol i watched in horror as he screwed a tube onto the end he looked at me with sorrow on his face silently pounding a fist […]
it was a triumph of tragedy a new glistening peak in the mountains of suffering that have sprung out of the craggy exposed bits of his spine those shards of calcification and ignoble regret filled with fluid and the cabling necessary to control the puppet bone spurs jutting carving new issues lamenting laminating broken by […]
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