hEaD oN a StIcK

Sky eye blue tee You see, because, I feel less, well… Alone in it Bury my head in the pillow last kiss goodnight and hope to sleep before I cry *It rarely works* Pray, prey, for light A direction From whatever Omnipotent Entity Chooses to answer The Universe Provides the proof That I am not by … Continue reading hEaD oN a StIcK

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The Sane Sanctuary

Thirty-two: there are thirty-two and they hang on the wall. What you ask?  My collection of grisly souvenirs, the last one is barely a month old and frankly, it’s starting to show little signs of decay  and putrefaction.  No matter what I use, I can never stop that first biological rebellion that would keep them … Continue reading The Sane Sanctuary

they said watch the horizon

up and down … up and down … up the swells make my head explode my heart aches in sympathy for my stomach and my ears look for the horizon there is no shore out there only water, and the - burning alive, want water but there is none to be had surrounded by it … Continue reading they said watch the horizon

Misery loves Company – A Love Story

I first saw her reflection in the shop window of that absurd little doll store. The one on 5th and Main? Tragically gorgeous in that B Movie kind of way, I couldn’t take my eyes from her curves and edges. The porcelain perfection of her complexion and those lips. full and pouty - red in … Continue reading Misery loves Company – A Love Story

Vacant Rose

It's easier in the dark. Alone doesn't feel quite so isolating wet cheeks go unnoticed Somehow, the bleakness seems a comfort Not unlike a pair of warm arms. She doesn't know I'm watching Lost in her rain cloud I'm positive that she'd prefer an embrace To the cold silence There she sits Cross-legged, nude, Tragic … Continue reading Vacant Rose

a horrified shadow

If you have never felt hunger a desperation so deep in your gut that it gnaws at your bones and it speaks in vernacular tongues whispering to your pain addled brain in the devil’s voice it denies, tries to convince your starving stomach that it doesn't need that sustenance then you have no right to … Continue reading a horrified shadow

Snarktastically, speaking

Tomorrow is cutting day. Yup! I'm going under the knife! ... Admittedly, I'm a dight nervous about some legalised lunatic armed with nasty ass tools and enough meds to knock Godzilla into the next dimension being anywhere near my nearly perfect physique.  That was snarkasm, by  the way,   There's nothing perfect about this physique and … Continue reading Snarktastically, speaking