home

“there is a little part of me I own”, said

the young girl

“why justify”, asked

the boy

“you smirked”, said

the girl

“because I couldn’t, the part you don’t”, said

the man

smoke

i run

around

in circles,

said

the dog,

marking

virgin

spaces

but what

can i

own now?
asked
the dog,

circles,

i said

circles,

circles,

circles,

until

you

disappear

the brewing storm

“do you trust me?”, asked

the woman

“why bother?” retorted

the man

“for I am a figment of your imagination”, said

the woman

attempt #1

         do

        burn

    her     with

      the   lit

       candle

          or

       smash

     my head

      with the

   candlestick

   that proudly

   embraces it.

   instead,why

   not kill two

    birds with

    one stone

ruthless child

blink and walk

over the blurring lines

of her soul

led by the thoughts

in your head

no strings need

be attached

for they will not

survive the emptiness

of the emotion

tucked away in

the corner of her

naked eye

blink and run

around the boundaries

of her existence

defined by the

spirit that owns you

no strings need

be attached

for even they will not

survive the emptiness

of the emotion

tucked away in

the corner of your

naked eye

blink and kill...

let it flip

tying the rope around his neck

to the iron pole cemented to the ground

he sat on the edge of his bed

under starry skies

all night

day came and then came night

as he continued to sit there

waiting for his world

to turn upside down

The Old Whore

he ran his hand

over the moist piece of cloth

dressing the cot

as his fingers read

every movement of hers

through the uncanny contours

of the spread

feeling the dents

of her body pressing deeper

with each subsequent thrust

breeding contempt

for she came cheap

had he been there

he would have laughed