Originally posted on jimmi campkin: Her parents once told her she was an accident, and as the years tumbled by she grew into a catastrophe.  She told me; I’m gatecrashing a party here.  I have no rules.  I have no (finger quotes) dress – code.  I exist in a vacuum.  I am in the empty… Read more

Originally posted on Letsblogdotcom: I’ve never really been good at excepting change, whether it’s with something as small as buying clothes in colors apart from black or weather it’s something as large as moving house. Change doesn’t just scare me like it does most people, change is like that step from warmth straight into the… Read more

Originally posted on jimmi campkin: She sits with her legs out, bent slightly at the knees, back hunched over.  Her feet point away from me, so she has to turn to look at my face.  Most of the time though she stares at her toes.  Sometimes, a little smirk crosses over her lips, but she… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: [Photo by Jimmi Campkin] Fawn We’d convinced the girl behind the screen to let us climb the church tower.  We were both stoned beyond human comprehension – only nature could understand us now – but with her bored expression and indigo hair, we could see a kindred spirit.  Arms… Read more

Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL: image- self The heights often scare me collapsing: with celestial bodies galvanizing, molesting only my skin crooked tree trunks, molten rocks, reside in the outer rim of my stomach The rituals die here each day, epileptic seizures, the concrete blood vessels begin to spit, spit and strive, my narrow… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: From the depths of my churning stomach, he pulls out my childhood and makes me puke so violently it comes out of my eyes. After wiping my face, he kisses my acidic lips. That’s when the world stops and the words start to fall out of me. The mustard… Read more

Originally posted on Letsblogdotcom: Seven days a week and it’s a cycle that keeps going. With you on my mind, anxiety in my veins and then there’s the coffee I’ve been drinking at college, small round cups of styrofoam filled with sugary content and too much powdered milk, stamped with the words “coffee”. It’s overpriced.… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Addict – Allie Nelson It’s evening, and we’re both drunk as stoned birds, and you look like a young Hannibal Lecter and stink of corpses and rotting roses. I’m in bandages and heels, I cut myself on your broken bottles again, maybe because I hate myself or maybe because… Read more