My mouth is a yawning slit bleeding forever your arms snake around mine like a ligature tied in panic we're in a claustrophobe's collapsing nightmare whoever wakes up first dies I hold your heart in the palm of my hand it's beating like the war drum on your delicate neck it used to be something … Continue reading Blighthearted (Day Twenty-One: How Will I Know? / Day Twenty-Two: Betrayal)
She cracked a joke about steady hands and kept scratching at the gauze I watched the fabric take on the colors of the clothes she had just taken off there were devils in her intimate details unexpected curves like discarded needles stuck inside her veins running through her like a drug Prompt: Time Stands Still. … Continue reading Needle Curves (Day Twenty: Time Stands Still)
She lathers her milky skin in honey and flakes of gold and dances for the flies painted toes on the polish of hard wood floors stepping to the song of her own funeral All around her safe in rattling cages buzzsaw wings chatter What she really wants is for the swarm to envelop her like … Continue reading Flypaper (Day Nineteen: What Do You Want?)
She dulls the blade by grinding pills to dust licks the rust off and draws new scars with a voice like a meltdown warning, she says "Don't move or try to stop me say anything and I go all the way" with her eyes stabbed into mine the whole time she counts with roman numerals … Continue reading No. 22 (Day Eighteen: Once Upon A Time)
The third bedroom of this house is a crypt that I have to sleep in during the day under the watchful gaze of light bulb angels hanging from the gallows overhead The doomsday clock has stopped ticking now it's always just past midnight I'm working the graveyard shift searching for God but I only find … Continue reading Sepulchred (Day Seventeen: Madness Reigns)
I haven't felt the brink in weeks and I'd kill just to take the edge off the ledge hasn't felt right for a while now and I am flirting with demise she waits down below with open arms a safety net made of barbed tape there's nothing but lies in her alluring eyes and the … Continue reading The Comedown Vignette (Day Sixteen: Catch Me When I Fall)
Your lungs are a special shade of black adorned with a wreath of extinguished cigarettes the ones you used to daisy chain together every time you made it through the night and your heart is full of worms but I wonder how many you can fit in before it overflows and pours out like a … Continue reading Concealer (Day Fifteen: If… Was An Umbrella)
With the tenderness of a lovesick surgeon make the incision and dig in spread the gash open to discover the cavity that gives a new meaning to the word "empty" Tag and inter the particulars in a cabinet, cold metal jot down the contents of the body: Dead songbirds lying on a bed of withered … Continue reading The Autopsy of John Doe (Day Fourteen)
You read open palm prints on you like love letters written in the language of broken blood vessels each one is the size of the heart that made them each new bruise is another thing to adore Stretched across your back and shoulders and legs marking the spots where you were buried are inkblot compliments … Continue reading Palmistress (Day Thirteen)
I tattoo her fate into her inner thighs all crooked shapes and shaky lines with a safety pin primed in the flame of her lighter I ask her if I am a monster she says this feels like home she has nowhere else to go and I have no one else to be Prompt: Tortured … Continue reading Scratcher (Day Twelve: Tortured)
