looking for a spot we havent burnt out yet, panhandling for drug money. ill give you 5 for a kiss and more for a little more. drowning in a foolish sickness. full of empty space. playing games that lead to mental corrosion. let the pink shit burn in your nostrils so you can down the… Continue reading of no importance
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Necrolette, Part 1, Realization
I rounded the corner, almost slipping in the rainy streets. I peered around the corner hoping for a clear path to safety. My hideout. My hair was dripping now, falling in my face and distracting me from the task at hand. I brushed my hair back with my hands, covered i filth from falling thrice… Continue reading Necrolette, Part 1, Realization
The slain Faeries (Part 2)
I awaken…half living, The snow falls around me…onto the charred ground, I try to stand…slipping in a pool of dark blood,
No dinner for Jane
She told me to fuck myself today.
Sentiment (or how I found something under the bed)
I sit facing the computer screen: I sit absorbed in another’s words, frequently reaching for the Garfield mug that holds near-cold tea (delicious), and once I’ve swallowed I lick its taste off of my lips. My eyes occasionally drift from the screen; tired green eyes with ever so dark smudges under them (the down side… Continue reading Sentiment (or how I found something under the bed)