It could be somethin'... Or just might be nothing ...shrug... I don't suppose it matters, but I have a question Have you ever died? Not figuratively, or even spiritually. Died. Ended. The old dirt nap. Existence: Terminated. Stop breathing, stop everything, even fighting for your life kind of death. I have. I'm still here, breathing... Continue Reading →


Does silence disturb the delicate balance? The hard won solace of sheep mentality, lost Get used to it... Silence is for the dead, or the nearly so Don't like it? Learn to scream, then - here *reveals axe* This may help...

My name is Triss Pettigrew, and I am sixteen years old. I live in a remote Village south of nowhere, and close enough to the underworld that the clear pools closest to the mountains are as hot as boiled water. It is picturesque and to the eye, perfect. I couldn't find anything as wrong about... Continue Reading →

The Door Face Stranger

There is a new face in the hole.  A shiny new mask sent just to confuse and confound me further.  It's eyes are dark and deep, thoughtful as they observe.  The voices quiet some, the drop in volume from screaming to a dull roar, all of them muttering about this new one.  We could kill him... Continue Reading →

Tick-tock pacepacepacepacepace Tick-tock Has the clock stopped? Tick-tock Seriously? Not even a minute yet? Tick Time is just a myth ... Tock Fuck Time, in our limited perception, only exists in our minds.... So the so-called experts say. Whoever THEY are... However, when a body is positioned, poised... Waiting becomes torture to the impatient, the... Continue Reading →

Her name is Byrne.  I met her tonight.  She is beautiful, that angel with the light brown hair, laying there in repose. Peaceful, she sleeps and I can't help but stare at the stray curl that cuddles against her cheekbone. I dare not brush it away and spoil the perfection. Enveloped in blue - the... Continue Reading →

Folklore and childhood tales vary from family to family and certainly in this case it is no different. Those dark tales told by firelight sometimes become tangible and the unknown becomes frighteningly real. For 30 year old Dee Carpenter, it is a perfectly warm Saturday in June and Dee and her live in boyfriend are celebrating her... Continue Reading →

What's on my mind...? The easy answer is nothing. Not a thing in my head but air, and perhaps a few dust particles. Snippets of songs and useless trivia Slap on a smile slathered in vacancy and wattage, don't forget the glue...! It wouldn't do to have it slip. In reality, I have too much... Continue Reading →

Finger pads slide along the shattered mirrors edges Guitar strings cut the same Notes on the page, fingertips yearning Stinging my eyes like papercuts Memories of lines and bills Chemical fueled destruction Reminds me of when- And the blood on the snow And the laughter, and the love Freed birds rocket fuelled, fell May they... Continue Reading →

Fuck you for leaving us a less than amusing world. I get it. The darkness can swallow you whole I understand, but nothing is right. Nothing shines since you left us weeping. Maybe years have passed, a lifetime of days; you're gone and I hate you for it. Because the world is NOT BETTER OFF... Continue Reading →

Everyone is full of advice Yet few even know about my reality Even fewer care. It ain't easy. Life rarely is and I know it. But dammit, *deep breathe* Between the squabbling and the meltdowns and the whining and the crying and the dying and that's not even the kids... Responsibility calls and I come... Continue Reading →

An excerpt from Interludes The Woman In The Box From the desk of Dr. J.T. Pasture Re:  Patient 16854-855 Dear Gentlemen, I have observed this poor creature for several months now. I am beyond reasoning as to why you would insist on releasing this lovely young woman who crouches in the corner of her room and hides... Continue Reading →

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