Her love is a crowbar into the stomach. It’s a gun fight in a closet. It’s a black hole in a paper cup. Her love is a grenade in a gumball machine. An electric chair in a summer dress. It’s a Third Reich parade. Now i drive fast with my eyes closed. Scream into bottles […]
Taking it all in one long moment sitting there on the edge of the bed with a gun in your hand blood on the sheets a brunette laying across them naked pale stiff like a mannequin you don’t recognize the gun the room her your clothes You don’t know how you got there at all […]
At first Randall was appalled when the noisy bathroom fan suggested that he murder his girlfriend right then and there, but then he grew intrigued. With the fan’s persuasive voice, the thought of murder solidified into an ideal. Was it possible? In fact, was it the only thing that would set things right? He was […]
You’re terrified of death because you don’t really know what it is, what it’s like, what comes after. You’ve spent your whole life building things up but all that will be gone in an instant and you are deeply troubled by the idea that there is nothing afterwards; that you just extinguish like a light, […]
We abate softly into nothingness into finality into the darkness beneath a great empty canvas and so on this certain passing I felt almost touched and almost momentarily elated if you will from the brooding vacuous maelstrom that has become most days it was somewhat like catching the whisper of an echo in a backroom […]
I’ve fallen for you and I’m still falling like out of a plane without a parachute or from a building without a net without a care without a worry without any concern at all it’s just so rare that sometimes it just feels good to let yourself fall to feel yourself falling and when I […]
Sometimes the only way to judge a port is by the caliber of sailors that pass through.
After the fight I walked calmly down the stairs towards the front door with table legs breaking on my back. My brother was in the kitchen making coffee “Good morning!” I said as I dodged a stool. “She’s real pissed. I’ll explain later. I’m off to work.” My brother lifted his cup shrugged and returned […]
It was -26C out. I had turned the key twice but my car wouldn’t start. It would just growl a little then die. I gave it a dirty look. It started. I drove across a city covered in ice as brittle as glass and snow turned hard as stone screaming along to a rap song […]
Burning bridges is good practice in bad thinking.