Genesis;Revelation
I met the world baptized with mother’s blood and father’s vapid mistakes running through my veins.
I greet pain with a smile and a cadence only seen between lifelong friends. […]
I Don’t Want to Be Here
shrapnels
and chunks of human flesh painted the floor of a gymnasium where the Catholics gathered
to hold a vigil.
[…]
haunt
my soul resides among those whose truth was silenced
for the benefit of men
[…]
Losing Myself
I lose myself in: Antidepressants and two-hundred and fifty milligram anticonvulsants.
Tremors, fatigue, muscle weakness, and slurred speech.
Revulsion at the presence of an assaulter at the comfort of my own home.
Hormonal imbalances that stir up tempestuous rage.
Obsessive thoughts that make me feel like my head is about to explode from hemorrhage.
Flash bang attacks of […]
Epitaph of the Man Turned Beast
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about […]
The past is just footprints on the sands of time.
:an excerpt from an email to a friend
One can only imagine the bliss of being a jellyfish drifting away in the open sea. No brain, only a loose neural network and some electrical stinging nettles for tentacles. Such bliss, until a turtle eats you like spaghetti. Such is the way of nature.
Deep-Sea
Neck-deep submerged in a sea of prescription medications…
The Receptionist
A short story about the receptionist for the afterlife. tw: themes of suicide.
In Other People’s Memories
What makes most things precious is the fact that we can’t quite reach them. I don’t mean it in a daydream-about-being-a-billionaire kind of way. I’m talking about the things you’ll never hear, see, touch, or even taste and smell again. The things we only ever experience once in our lives. Like discontinued candies and snacks […]
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