Once, within my hearing, and thinking himself alone, he said I wish I were dead. And I didn’t man up to that. I god damn kept my hands in my … Continue Reading Archangel
Was that house one of lies one of alcohol and fear Were there violences muffled by bedroom doors and punishments sealed by closet doors Gone without… gone without Come to … Continue Reading A house away from home
What is here,by design,is umbilical to me.This feed of lifeand blood of red.But now,instead,a sorry headthinks of strifeand the future of a knife.
* Mental health triggers, suicidal ideation* God. You know, I’m just washing dishes, feeling useful and kind of self-satisfied. Haven’t dropped anything or cut myself, even though the bothersome cat … Continue Reading Everything, and the kitchen sink
cigarette burnsunder the sheets the temporary bee stingsof random needlings pinpoint pricks purposely playedbait for a loon’s scratchings mad reveries in broad daydraw attention to comic despair Oh Doctor DoctorCan’t … Continue Reading Doctor Doctor
Pain spreads into virgin veins and newly thought-of branches. An insistent fist, twisted and knuckle-pressed into the backs of us. We have looked, dry-eyed, into the dark drear, contriving a … Continue Reading Madmen
Lord of somethings, How does one who fixes us find a way in? Past facades, careful constructs, ego and id, scar tissue and regret, to bind an ungrown soul?
got good at hiding it, you think. but, someone will see you, and they’ll know. the things you do that are just a bit, um, abby normal. the way you … Continue Reading For sad old earth must borrow its mirth
The held back tears of a smarting sting. The shame overheard in a chance eavesdrop (that slow knife, rusting in place and broken off at the handle). The social dread, … Continue Reading How to be insensitive
Clarice awakes, but her dream abides. Don’t be offended when she speaks pleasantries, or not at all. What you might hear is only a placeholder for a short story of … Continue Reading The Difference
Clarice walks above and below us. Lives in a dream, exiled from this plane by an unknown puppeteer. For her, great fears that would kill one of us, but high … Continue Reading The Exile
My body doesn’t understand my brain, or do I have this backward? Calcified circuits, perhaps. Worn out paths. Easy to go off the rails. When eating, I bite the inside … Continue Reading Disobedience