Zero words on blank pages.My fingers idly stand by, wanting to type, knowing not what.What’s not to love?I’ve lost interest.Read a book.I tried.It lacked introspection.Hell, even I… Read more “Countless Blank Pages”
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Rageful Curiosity
In a woman I knew not mid-thrust. Through the dust of misplaced trust, Natale’s door slam rattles the bedroom like thunder before an earthquake, screaming like a… Read more “Rageful Curiosity”
Evicted on Christmas
A forecasted snow-bearing Christmas was three days away. The sun was climbing out of the deep well of winter, but it was still brutally cold. The living… Read more “Evicted on Christmas”
Stop Slamming The Door (Please Stay)
Drizzle slapped rattled windows, and joyless smiles in cracked slanted frames collect memories of dust to a heart of distrust, rearranging rusty door hinges on a careless… Read more “Stop Slamming The Door (Please Stay)”
The Uber Date
Where is she? I glanced at my watch. She should be here by now. I folded my arms across my chest. It’s too cold to be waiting for… Read more “The Uber Date”
Lovers & Losers
A reckless word softens the burden of a cheap insult, escalating the blow of another, you’re a fucking losers. Bitterness cues up a sarcastic grin left hanging in… Read more “Lovers & Losers”
Yellow Static Line (Noose)
It’s a hot Georgia day. Humid as a muthafucka here at Ft. Benning, Georgia. It’d been another day of running for no goddamn reason. It’d been another… Read more “Yellow Static Line (Noose)”
Depression, Don’t Come Over
“Can I come over tonight?” depression asks. “I told you last week…” “I’m wearing that pitiful miniskirt you like,” depression says. “I told you, we’re through!” “I’m… Read more “Depression, Don’t Come Over”
Right Words
I couldn’t think of the right words to say, can’t say it’ll matter that much, anyway. Francis types. I can see her through the screen; her words… Read more “Right Words”
“There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)
“What are you doing here?” Hannah asks, opening the door, tucking her bangs behind her ear. “You can’t be here! He’s going to kill—” “I’m not leavin’… Read more ““There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)”
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