I think you know the score better than you let on. I think you are the most controlling of all people out of control. I think there isn’t a moment that goes by each day you don’t realize it. I think you relish in it. I think you indulge yourself in it. I think it’s …
Speed me towards…
Self improvement. Not that I see much wrong with myself, I am after all, in a consistent state of denial about being anything less than perfect, I have to be, because I am human and unless I want to go down the route of constantly bitching, I have to have nothing to bitch about, because …
Devolutionary jabs
He knocked her to the ground. She moaned but lay motionless. A faint disturbed sigh fell from him as he stepped around her in a broad circle. Surveying the damage. Taking in the sight. He lowered himself and looked into her closed eyes. She was so beautiful. Even now. He had dreamt of a girl …
Sight unseen
Sometimes we can be so blind. How we don’t see clearly is still beyond me. I kind of know where I might have made mistakes, where I have fooled myself somehow, but I don’t fully understand how it came to pass. I have a working knowledge of the world, of my life, of others, but …
Inferno
Opening the door, the first thing I notice is the smell. The smell is hard to explain, whereas the visuals are easy, because you can relate to shapes and even sounds so much easier than explaining the intricacies of a single aroma. Initially there was a hint of it, subtle and subdued, timid to the …
Dispatching a deluge of despondency.
It is mimicry of self. Replacing yourself with another’s thoughts, motions, mannerisms, feelings, quotes, lies, lives, words, voice… The highest form of flattery? Or the lowest form of self-respect, appreciation and depravity of character? It is one thing to look to higher learning through a source of knowledge you didn’t previously know of or understand; …
Sitting outside.
The air is muggy and thick. Not just warm, but hot. Its night and it is hot as day, no wind. Timelessly stifling. My body is covered in a layer of sweat masking itself as a second skin, impervious to comfort. Not a cloud in the sky, not a breeze on the horizon, not a …
–He is not afraid to kill me, because there is no death–
Broken and bruised. Scathed. Cut and bled out. A night seen through a Smokey haze, backlit by bare bulbs and reflected through broken glass. Exhaling slowly. A head in the clouds, walking through poppy fields ablaze. Dark skies behind and darker still up ahead. Keep walking. Don’t hold back, let it all out. Stumble. Fall. …
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