Add a little warmth to your life;
Feel a bit of something new change you,
And in the big scheme of things, you either yield or eradicate.
Dawn reveals the transition;
Visible but taken over by your additive,
Upon the horizon you begin to disappear;
Without light, you’re confused with black.
She paces slowly in front of the stove top range. Slap, slap, the heels of her men’s-size-12 woolly slippers hit the composite-plastic-looks-like hardwood floors with each sloppy, frustrating step. Read more
She stands and wipes at her brow. Sticky, a dark black substance dabs off on her fingertips. What. The. Hell, she thinks curiously to herself. She turns and checks the rest of her physical state. Disheveled, a foot not shod reveals the wiggle of her toes. That. Is. Good, she decides confusedly to herself. Read more
“Surviving does not a hero make,” my father, the rueful spirit, states softly with nodding disapproval of my insistence. “But Dad, it doesn’t not matter or whatever. It matters. You know it. This is not the time to be humble. Saving lives, especially the lives of your friends who you were stuck in that shithole with you, that’s no trite matter,” I plead. Read more
Death became her savior, a hero. Read more
A beggar walks up to a man dressed in—what the beggar assumes is—fancy attire and humbly lowers himself to be small and frail looking. “Sir, could you spare a dollar?” The man stops in his tracks. With the beggar at his side, the man slowly turns to look the beggar in his face. Read more
Obviously, the need to stroke the ego of a woman runs so great that people cry over it, kill over it, die over it. He wants to make sure he sends the right message, but whatever that message ends up being is beyond his control. To do so much is all he could ever really hope to do. Nevertheless, his boss cajoles from him his absolute worst self. Read more
She steps out of the shower as he spanks her wet ass. “Hand me my face soap, will ya?” he asks from within the wet rain locker. “One sec; I gotta dry off,” she whines. Read more
The only type of person worth trusting is a liar. If a liar tells you that you can trust him/her, then you know that he/she is lying, thus, you can trust that the liar will lie. If a person claims to tell the truth, this is unreliable information, for this person could be lying and misleading you into believing that he/she tells the truth. Also, as an aside, what is the word for a person who speaks the truth? Read more
She always thought that being a child was overrated. Despite what others might say to her through the desperate need to matter, her youth will not fade anytime soon. If only they knew, she mumbles, as they grasp at this reality daunted by age and bound to time like a worthless servant, extant only to service a master that will grind them back to the ash from whence they came. Read more