Waking with a hangover, then spending the entire day in bed. It’s calm outside, and as the sun fades, my body repairs itself at last. An evening of beer and shots did this to me. Blurred faces and fragments of conversation litter my mind, and as the duvet protects me from dying light, tenderness is… Read more

It always does. Kitsch despair, so in season like your favourite short skirt. So melodramatic like those pills you clutch tight to your chest. Alone as night falls, there’s no going back into the sun. You came undone through your own sense of self importance, and you still drop turds like the rest of us.… Read more

  When the words come, I imagine taking her from behind. When I come, I picture her open-mouthed to the empty heavens with a silent sigh escaping her tightened throat. The city so dark and dangerous, she looks out the window as I drink beer wishing I was dead. Living is so limiting, and the… Read more

  Lost in the wreckage of a car crash with pieces of metal in your belly, I attempt to lift up your skirt, but you just push me aside. Teeth marks in my left hand while you play piano. Such beautiful sounds you make, but as the blood flows from our wounds, the atmosphere turns… Read more