Lost Love Lust

Tags: dreams

• acta non verba.

  I knock on the door. The dried out wood cracks under my knuckles as I thump lightly, hoping nobody will answer. But someone does. An old man with frantically arranged white hair opens the door and says,”What have you come here for?” “The truth.” “The truth, which truth?” “The one I believe.”, I say as [...]

• autolysis of 32°F.

  It’s been a lonely night for this writer. I pour some Captain into a glass. Cheers to being happily miserable. I write to empty my soul, not my glass. I played jazz on my drive home from work. I’ve probably smiled 400 times today, and not once sincerely meant it. I’ve wished hundreds of  “good [...]

• light switch.

  A kind of primal instinct when she strategically places herself in the seat closest to the emergency exit. Staring at the faded lights in the darkness, the longer she stares, the more they seem to mesh. A canvas of all black, through her eyes, splash of color travels through the seams at the condescending speed of [...]

• blood & blow dryers.

  He lays there motionless, she wipes the vodka off her lips, adrenaline should be kicking, but surprisingly it seems quite steady. She poisoned him just enough so he could be helpless, yet able to feel it. His mouth spitting despicable words earlier, now cannot even attempt a breath. A bloody hair dryer set on the night stand, someone should [...]