Something is wrong with me-- something small and dark is lurking in a place I cannot find. Maybe it is sharp, and pricks the fingertips of men who dare to hold me close. Maybe it whispers in their ears as we lay asleep, a midsummer nightmare beat in racing pulse. They spit me out, perhaps … Continue reading atropa belladonna
She fills the frame, picture and mirror, her hips broad and round. A full belly and wide back. A soft body-- no sharpness in silhouette. She is too big. She has a pretty face, she’s told-- she learned-- it’s such a shame her pretty face does not match her body. She could be beautiful, desirable, … Continue reading A Fitting Title
Back to the nest she goes, bones tired and heavy. To chew on dead lips stretched in cold smiles. To chatter in deaf ears, the skulls starting to decay. She will writhe under the false light, the one meant to warm and comfort. She will clutch at the darkness, eyes wide to let in the … Continue reading Rat Tales
Hair like dead grass, sprouting from the hollows of ears, nose, and the space between a shirt collar. Hands bent, wrecked, cracked, and shaking. Wedding band too small to fit over swollen knuckles. Scarred leather wallet, tucked inside threadbare pocket, its stamp whispers Made in Germany, in Vietnam. Watery eyes blink, refocus, determined to read the glaring … Continue reading Ugly Money
Death comes slowly crawling up from the floorboards. Through our soles sliding between the knots of our spines. It hooks onto our fingertips like freshly spun spiderwebs. We cannot shake it. --inspired by the episode "Faith" of Supernatural
Typewriter Moon 