Lost Love Lust

Tags: ponder

• 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 [...]

• condescending condescention.

  The human race is not a race. We are stagnant. A stagnant addition of worthless deoxyribose scum. Mmm, how delicious that does sound. Cruel, diminishing, misunderstanding, impotently unintelligent relatives of the hair mammal. Mmm, how true that does sound. A glimmer of tertiary hope and despair, wrapped in a box of I don’t care. Viscious [...]

• find the grace to be nothing.

  She pulled the clip out of her hair, took off her socks, and put on face cream. She brushed her teeth, had a glass of water, and took her nightly dose of pills. She laid down in her bed, folded the covers, and closed her eyes. She didn’t dream, she didn’t think, she didn’t desire. [...]

• 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 [...]