Monthly Archives: March 2017

Fate

Let Mae Write!

and still

he looks for you

in every soul he meets

curious if you suffer the same

perhaps

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Rumination

La Reina Rata

Rumination

Ruination

The boiler room a coat of dull red paint blanketed in another coat of thick dirt and grime.

A penitent filled with self-hatred hunched over swimming in vodka amphetamine and depressed psychosis takes the butterfly knife out from a plush leopard print handbag and rests it against the smooth skin of the wrist.

Somewhere under the surface a vein is translucent blue. Then powder-purple-under-candy-orange as a neon sign somewhere at the top of the stairs switches on changing the hue of everything. Blinking on and off, gas filled tubes probably bent into the shape of the logo of some god-awful cheap domestic hog swill that gets sold as beer. With eyes in the throes of a psychotic break, the blue and purple veins become roads, trails along a beach where the blade is a docked boat waiting to sail…anyplace. The grimy walls and banging boiler dissolve into orange…

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