The forest and all the animals are in her belly. The trees that tower so high into the sky of which are older than God, they want my seed, but my seed isn’t good enough because I’m just a shadow of something that wasn’t here to begin with. There’s the need within me to… Read more

  Waking with a hangover, I fill the sink with cold water and plunge my head beneath the surface while she observes her body in a mirror smeared with handprints left over from last night’s act. What year is this? I really can’t remember. Seriously, what year is this? I try asking her, but my… Read more

  Reflections of her image trail down the street, and as she pushes her head out the car window, she’s pretending she’s flying through the heavens like an angel or some shooting star the likes of which we’ll never get to touch. Maybe it’s the pills that do it, or perhaps it’s the sunshine on… Read more

  The mirror on the wall shows a version of me that shouldn’t be here. The figure within the glass that appears bathed in sunshine and bad luck, he rolls a cigarette without saying a word while catching my eye with a strange grin spreading along his dry and soundless lips. Maybe it’s the me of my… Read more

  Slow movement as the car pulls into the layby. A few cigarettes, and one or two painkillers to ease the horrors of being human as I’m engulfed by smoke. This flesh. This freak show of what they tell me is supposed to resemble humanity, how it gets me so low at times. The other… Read more

  Segments of satsumas in your hand and bodies blinking in and out of existence in some club in some town on the outskirts of nowhere. There’s flesh that stinks and sticks at the back of your throat, and there’s a burning sensation in your stomach that feels orange and red with every shot of… Read more