My best friend and I began cutting ourselves for fun. It was a blast! One night we stole my dad’s booze and scalpel (he’s a doctor see) and we tatooed ourselves. We took it in turns. It is so blissful because you don’t even fell it at first. You run the balde over your arm… Continue reading Thank Heaven for Long Sleeves
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Addiction
These things-spinning through my head. They are not mine, not me Can’t make them stop. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy. It all spins my head. Need help Must escape. Crazy? Maybe. But not like you’d think. Gotta lay off the shit Should stop, so help me! Sedate me, booze me, shoot me. Anything to make it stop… Continue reading Addiction
Darkest of days
The streetlights were harsh on my eyes. The viciousness that passing people carried was enough to feed on fear. I was with someone, yet, I was so alone. These deep coal passed events were begging to be unheld. A bar called us in, reached out for us…so we entered.
The Early Worm
Looking down as he pissed, Harry felt deprived, cheated, tossed away and dashed to pieces on the rocks at the bottom of some hellish cliff-face. It had been gradually growing darker, over the past few months. At first it had hardly been noticeable, just a slight darkish tint in the mornings, lighter at night when… Continue reading The Early Worm