Nothing But Trouble

Holy fuck I read the news She’s busted again I broke the click with views She said she did it for shelter and shoes I’m so confused She asked if I could keep a secret I told her this line was being recorded She spoke in coded language of which we both understood With herContinue reading “Nothing But Trouble”

Why Angie’s Mad

Never been good at letting go for you know I show more emotion than time finding what’s missing a picture of you is mine in the bottom drawer collecting dust when we used to trust I felt pure lust now there’s a jar of rust the heat I couldn’t bear to touch Sleeping with eyesContinue reading “Why Angie’s Mad”

Forgotten by You (But I Want You Back!)

A brisk moonlight lingers The delicate strokes of an old painting Folded a moldy picture mint perfect Attracts dust Beneath the cracks In the rearview mirror He whimpers A whisper A chance encounter Poses a memory He quivers The withering silence of her voice is violence Her body entices With Irish He wants To tasteContinue reading “Forgotten by You (But I Want You Back!)”

Vivian Cradles Toxicity

A loose evergreen tie Fixed with duct tape Don’t duck with A tint of a hint of Escape On the creases of my neck No white lie Here’s why She’s coming by. Is bi To tangle between Satin bedsheets With her hands, she strangles The heck out of my throat What’s next? A candlelit chandelierContinue reading “Vivian Cradles Toxicity”

Tight Jeans (Take Them Off)

 “It’s a sin,” a girl said loud enough for only me to hear, hugging a biology book. We’re sitting in the library finishing our last assignment of the semester. This girl had dark hair, a black skirt, black lipstick, more than enough eyeshadow, and a dark-blue Hurley t-shirt. I was used to blonde hair andContinue reading “Tight Jeans (Take Them Off)”

I’ll Always Love You (Even After You Kill Me)

Like a disembodied cloud spoils what’s left of a fall day, a ghost slips through the cracked closet when she closed the floor to a trapdoor—thick droplets of blood trickled the length of the rusty blade of a knife she gripped quite tight. An escape she makes through a route she’d well planned out. AnContinue reading “I’ll Always Love You (Even After You Kill Me)”

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A Bi-Line Might Work

“But you can’t meet my parents,” Rachel said, dropping her chin and holding her head in her hands. “It’s just–“ “What’d I do wrong?” I raised a brow. Rachel and I didn’t fight. We didn’t hold grudges. We’d get whatever we’d needed to off our chests and move forward.  Rachel blew out her lips. “YouContinue reading “A Bi-Line Might Work”

Bittersweet like Wine

It was February 14, 2003, and I slammed shots at Franks sports bar with some friends. I was the only single in the group. We’d go out most Friday nights. And this year, Valentines’ Day just happened to fall on Friday. By now in life, I’d hoped I’d be as happy as my friends. ButContinue reading “Bittersweet like Wine”

Strange Neighbor

Three weeks ago, a stranger moved in next door. But he was unlike the previous people to rent the three-story home. It’s not like I’d paid much attention to him; he was a tall, fit man with narrow green eyes and thick black hair that styled in place. I mean, it’s not like I wasContinue reading “Strange Neighbor”

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