I don’t know where the light is anymore in all of this running around. Grace has left me and I’m still young bent from callous, careless hands left a beaten graffitied trashcan turned over and motionless at the mouth of an alley. There is always a child screaming into my ear from somewhere deep inside. […]
Right now my tongue is an insufferable monstrosity fattened and trapped inside of a dry cave. The shooting pain between my ears doesn’t know where to go so it just expands outward into a Godless oblivion. I can feel every inch of my slow death like a man clawing at the door to Hell to […]
Under a blanket of gasoline I light a match and blame God.