[…] a loveless marriage may have been the catalyst for my entrance to this picture of familial unbliss as a shadow over your marital bed. That is, if there was such a thing. But you two do not share a bed, or even a postcode. The ties that bind you are two little men bearing your resemblance, … Continue reading close your eyes and scream
I know your signs. I know them by heart. They scream the words you would not say, even now, after all these years. I make believe that I know what is hiding between the lines, fooling myself that 7 years have made me an expert of your unspoken. Your capital sentences – you’re typing on … Continue reading I know your signs
“are you angry at me?” “no … just … feel numb” Happy 7th. We’ve made it.
I hurt You hurt I hurt You Hurt Me You Hurt me I hurt You hurt I hurt you You hurt me We hurt We don’t talk Fight, goddamn it. Fight. Fight through your pain and hurt feelings and bruised ego and all that’s left of your self-preservation. Against all odds, because … Continue reading Hurt
I urge my cigarette come on, kick in, I want to float! the spider hides in his hole as I blow my smoke across his home. one more draw one more the LED indicator of my phone blinks and winks but it’s not you battery level at 15% one more draw I miss the makeshift … Continue reading Float