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Circle Line
Coffee on the circle line.I do not drink, I just let it warm my hands and remind me of you.You have been gone for fourteen hours and twenty seven minutes,you had a coffee in your hand as you kissed me,keys in the other,vanishing into the night,making Monday seem so far away, with every step you…
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Bed Death
There’s an awful lot of lying that goes on at sea, but not on board our boat. We have been lost to the fleeting foam and wailing waves for weeks, starving for sensation as the ice keeps us captive. I trace the frost across your face as the sun smiles in taunting terror. This was…
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Senseless
I can’t pretend that I’m not paranoid about how much of this paradise requires me to pretend. I could leave the conflict behind, letting myself lose my inhibitions, like I always promised myself I’d do, when I was old enough to do so. I won’t ever exchange who I’ve been for anyone more convenient, which…
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Conversations With The Devil
The devil said that my body was easy to inhabit, because I was already riddled and rattling with demons, out of the habit of trying to save myself, my soul, I looked myself in the mirror and declared another war, offering myself the dreams I thought I’d lost. My Mediterranean blood burned through the blue…
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Jennifer Walks Into A Bar, Narrated By A Male Author
Her eyes were as brown as her breasts,firm double D’s, that she wasn’t afraid to show off. A tall chocolate shake in a dress she thought made her look classy. She wanted to appear impenetrable, because the world was as hard as my dick (which is really big, by the way). She had a sultry…