I comb her wet hair and read a newspaper article about a young woman found disemboweled near when I went to school. It reminds me how I used to skip class by jumping over the fence at the back of the playing field before walking home along the old train tracks daydreaming about portals… Read more

  I’m on the verge of another breakdown when she crashes the car into a ditch by the side of the road. It’s dark, and as I remove her top and sweep the shards of glass from the back seat, my vision begins to blur. Shapes where there shouldn’t be shapes, her body morphs into… Read more

  Against my will, I bend like a flower to her light. She pulls me in, and although I resist, the taste of this whiskey makes her smile all the more real. I’m growing old distastefully. Said I wouldn’t; said I’d be more sensible, but where’s the fun in that? I passed the point of… Read more

  The night is forever. Her gaze pornographic. Oh, the things I would do given half a chance. And the chance is there, only my desires go beyond the beauty she displays. To see her naked on my bed wouldn’t be enough. There’s a journey just waiting to be taken, but there’s no destination in… Read more

  Sleep takes me when the sun rises, and drops me off when it sets. Jack Daniels and a cigarette to toast the discovery of a new planet, only it’s not new, and it might not even be a planet, so I go for a walk to clear my head. It’s cold. The cemetery is… Read more

  When the moment takes me, I walk the streets late at night when no one else is around. It’s a kind of perfection, as the empty souls are all asleep and for a while, I’m free. But I guess I’m just an empty soul too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be wandering about when I should… Read more

  As I remove the glass from the palms of my hands, she appears in the mirror. Blood drips onto the bathroom floor. It pools around my feet as she wraps her arms around me. I’m naked, and as she grabs my cock, I turn and push her against the wall. Such a sweet cunt,… Read more

  When I was a child, I’d lay there at night flipping my pillow over unable to fall asleep as branches tapped at my window. The pillow would be too warm to rest my head against, so over and over it would go, long into the early hours until I’d fall asleep exhausted. Years later… Read more

  I don’t want any kind of love. I want a love that kills with every breath- so take my hand and witness the horrors that haunt my nights. Witness the pain and mutilation that stalk the sidewalks and tell me you see beauty; tell me you can feel it- that you can taste it… Read more

  Two years ago, and another relationship had been and gone- destroyed by yours truly, of course. I remember creating this blog in an effort to get back on track. In the early days, no one read my stuff. No comments. No feedback letting me know if what I was doing was right or wrong.… Read more