love of my life i will abandon you not a harsh mistress but mine nonetheless a life of bleeding paper all the extremities of the heart to your madness i commit myself i bear your mark proudly at your service to you i present my blood and my flesh sever my soul from my bodyContinue reading “love of my life”
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A Dying Garden
It’s crazy how the garden hardly looks beautiful anymore. I let the grass grow out, convinced length was the missing piece. Yes, that’s what I thought, that the short grass just wasn’t right. The azaleas are blue now. I’ve always admired them from afar, and now they grow in my garden, beautiful but out ofContinue reading “A Dying Garden”
My Corpse Garden
i can’t escape the corpse garden. there is no exit, it’s everywhere and nowhere all at once. its reality as much as it is fantasy, with equal parts traumatic hallucination. the severed heads bear a striking resemblance to fan palms, the gnarled fingers almost like twigs, grasping for anything that moves. it stinks of rottingContinue reading “My Corpse Garden”
The Dinner Party
“Are you alright dear? You look pale” “How strange, I’m feeling fine,” She’s picking up on my unease. I keep my eyes fixed on the road as she reaches for the hand on my thigh, and gently strokes the thumb. I can see the ring flash quickly as we pull into a lit driveway. “SoContinue reading “The Dinner Party”
Literary Musings 