The moment she begins, some guy in Brazil is forced to his knees in a ditch by the side of the road. The second she sticks those fingers in as deep as they can go, the guy gets his head blown off with an assault rifle wielded by some kid wearing flip-flops and a… Read more

  Sometimes I love you, and sometimes I hate you. Sometimes there’s this urge in me to write down my feelings in a letter letting you know how you’re in every word of mine. That how even though we don’t know each other anymore, you’re with me every step of the way. The truth can… Read more

  From outside comes rubbish music and raised voices from two cokeheads in a car parked by the side of the road. They talk for hours about nothing and when they don’t talk they just sit there trying not to think about the nature of existence. It makes their dim heads hurt, you see. The… Read more

  When I’m on my deathbed, and my death rattle is ringing out to all four corners of the room, behind my dying eyes, it shall be you I see. When I’m fading away like someone else’s dream, it shall be your smile that takes me to the great beyond, because no one else has… Read more

  No apologies, just a goodbye fuck to ease the boredom of our boring lives. When it’s over, I go to the bathroom while she wipes herself clean before messaging some guy she knows. Leaning over the sink, I wash my cock with the shower nozzle and then dab it dry with some tissue. It… Read more

  If you let down your guard and show yourself for what you are, the days as you know them will come to an end. If you stand in your back garden and undress with the rain splashing against your face, then the hour has come for you to show your true hand. When I’m… Read more

  Morning comes around as it so often does, and while she sleeps, I get up and go downstairs to put the kettle on. My hangover is cruel. It teases and mocks whereas she’s in a world of her own and I hate her for it, and yet love prevails because that’s how she is.… Read more

  Empty cans of baked beans filled with spit and dead cigarettes line the windowsill. There should be flowers but flowers die, and you can’t be bothered watering them. There are old newspapers and takeaway boxes on the floor. You tell yourself you’ll clean up after you have a beer but one beer leads to… Read more

  Sat before the window, I look out at the town and conclude that her body itself is a question mark. Sucking on a cigarette, I sink into my seat and consider her form while narrowing my eyes in deep thought. Her nipples, they connect me to the stars and the wombs of all the dead… Read more