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Olympic Sunday Morning
Olympic Sunday Morning
My brain is foggy like an Olympic Sunday morning The clouds gently hugging the mountainside A cool breeze tickling my skin and raising the hair on my arms A waterfall asserts its strength nearby filling my ears with the faint hum of running water When I sit down to write, my hands forget the motions and all thought leaves...
Number One - An Internal Monologue
Number One - An Internal Monologue
It's your only weapon to combat the wolves in your brain that leave tally marks across your skin, upwards until you die always counting like a child learning to count for the first time. One potato, two potato, three potato four Take these pill, cut vertically and lie down on the floor You loved the wording on the side...
Whispers
Whispers
We speak in whispers rolling gentle across our tongues like a canoe on the ocean. She clasps her heart with both hands, kisses it softly and holds it out to me - an offering on the altar that she has built from the faces of all the girls she's ever loved. I show her the piece of my heart...
In Dreams (part 3)
In Dreams (part 3)
WARNING - The following story contains both physical and sexual violence. Potential trigger warning. Proceed with caution if you are easily disturbed. He dreams of sharpened knives and meat hooks with chains. He felt the coarseness of the rope slide through his hands like sandpaper. The smell of kerosene invaded his nostrils as he looked at his handiwork....
In Dreams (part 2)
In Dreams (part 2)
WARNING - The following story contains both physical and sexual violence. Potential trigger warning. Proceed with caution if you are easily disturbed The cabin was dark and no larger than a few rooms. The only sounds that could be heard for miles were the sounds of nature - crickets chirping, birds making bird noises, and a gentle stream...
In Dreams (part 1)
In Dreams (part 1)
WARNING - The following story contains both physical and sexual violence. Potential trigger warning. Proceed with caution if you are easily disturbed. He dreams of dark alleys and hidden corners. He is there alone at first, the faint smell of garbage wafting through his nostrils from the nearby dumpsters. He is surrounded by walls on three sides and...
Leaves
Leaves
So many leaves in this department store So much dirt on your pristine floor I can't clean it all myself I try to hold them in my hands but they fall through me like sand I wish that I could put them back on the shelf No matter how I try to clean and place the leaves inside of...
Mirrors
Mirrors
The mirror is looking back at me eyes pleading silently begging me to fix the gaping hole thats in the middle I was never good with tools but I do all that I can to keep it from shattering watching from a distance but close enough to catch the pieces Bound and gagged with piano wire, I watch with...
Cassy
Cassy
Roses are red like my heart bled for you Crimson parachutes evacuate from 30,000ft And split into tiny perfect circles on the ground Painted there displayed like a cheap masterpiece For you to critique as you see fit Violets are blue like the violent eyes Staring back at me as I wonder how clean the mirror really is or...
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