It’s a habit I sip when the sun retreats for the evening; I see demons in the corner of dungeons, guiding shadows the length of these four… Read more “A Few Months Off, Love”
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Guns Kill
Weapons of war,that’s what they’re for.Their bullets kill.Pretend they don’tand people do.War veteransand hunters alikeschool kids huddled in corners;no one is safe anymore. (© 2022 AC)
Say What You Want to Say
Shades of shadows blend with an unforecasted gust rattling the living room windows as Vera enters the house, the door slams behind her. Goosebumps poke through her… Read more “Say What You Want to Say”
Reflection
Are you still debating whether you like what you see?I can’t say that I blame you.Cracks from plunged bloody fists hide distorted lines under your eyes.I see… Read more “Reflection”
Paralyzed by Indecision
I stood, hands clasped around a mug amid a mid-December winter wind with a warm cup half full of seventeen-year-old dreams tucked inside seventeen-year-old lies. Absent a… Read more “Paralyzed by Indecision”
I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)
I speak too much,hanging my head in disgust.My cheeks blush with lust.My mouth sealed shut.So that not even the trees could hear me screamwhat’s to be of… Read more “I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)”
Bloody Roses
It’s January, and I lost track of time and a wrinkled letter dated September; we did a night or two in the back seat of her hummer.I… Read more “Bloody Roses”
Alisha Gets Even
(Chapter 1. WIP) It’s been ten weeks since I’d last seen my neighbor Alisha Keagan. It’s not like she hadn’t disappeared before because she had, but this… Read more “Alisha Gets Even”
Are We There Yet?
Driving a conversation home — on roads unknown, we roam, following curves and narrow straits, streets, and words that cut like glass, we debate the better part… Read more “Are We There Yet?”
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