Once i was home. i was home to my family my body housed life and suffered death i lay in solitude, listening to him breath listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. it was Tuesday, late when he staggered to our bed still wearing that damned fedora and her perfume and nothing else i … Continue reading Home Fires Burning
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When I think of you Sometimes I smile A little bit dirty because ... But mostly I just sneer Choke back the temptation To grab the nearest blunt And let my mouth run amok Don't misunderstand I do not indulge in hatred Rather, it's pity that haunts me That try as I may to hold … Continue reading Euthanasia
It is the last straw, this, the last time. This time his whore came to our home, dressed, or rather undressed, expecting him to be ready for her. In our bed. Not the first time, but certainly the final time. I’ve paid, and dearly for his indiscretions, physically, emotionally, having to swallow my pride and … Continue reading The End of Her Rope
Maybe I do think Hell is full and maybe I know for a fact that devils roam among us. Maybe I found one. Maybe I know one; and maybe he laughs like sin is a flight of fancy while he watches from his solicitous shadows. Enticing, that daemon, he ignited a barely controlled passion that … Continue reading dybbuk box
It's something like a tornado the way the universe tends to turn. what's a girl to do, one thinks as she sprays her life with gaso/ line and lights a match just to watch it's birth; once, twice, thrice and again. she does nothing more than giggle, make popcorn and watch the world burn. "clear … Continue reading Storm