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Ol’ Moe – A Flash Fiction Collaboration

Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees worn by years of a hard life. Cleaning the shoes of the rich and elite, he was… Continue Reading “Ol’ Moe – A Flash Fiction Collaboration”

Take your assumptions…

Hey. Fuck you. Yeah, you. That’s right, I said it. Fuck. You. Don’t like my art? Don’t look at it. Don’t like my words? Don’t read them. Think I’m here to steal your man/lover/etc? Fuck you. You don’t know me. You know nothing, NOTHING… Continue Reading “Take your assumptions…”

Silence Brings Calm

Keep your mouth shut, little bitch. Ain’t nothing you got to say that means nothing important. Get on your knees and scrub the floors clean, clean, ever clean. Every crack and crevice, nook and cranny need special attention. Your sharp eye and a toothbrush… Continue Reading “Silence Brings Calm”

The World According to Allison

Allison is the queen of the world. No. Not the queen. She’s the star and director. We all play our parts according to Allison’s will. Oh, Allison needs more attention, oh-no! there’s trouble at work, can you help her out?! Allison needs you to… Continue Reading “The World According to Allison”

Calm Space

And I’m searching for that calm space in my mind, as his hand is around my throat and he’s biting my shoulder and I can’t move and he’s fucking me, telling me it’s love and he’s the only one who truly loves me but… Continue Reading “Calm Space”

Misery, Misery, Misery

Is naïveté my middle name? Did I make a fool of myself? Am I telling myself sweet lies to candy-coat reality? What’s really important? Is it me? I think not. All the old habits come back to haunt me. I beg and plead but… Continue Reading “Misery, Misery, Misery”

Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)

It’s okay that you don’t love me. I’m not hurting. It doesn’t bother me that you don’t read what I write. Sliding razor blades across my skin helps me feel (better). Stopping helps me feel (better). I’m happy. I’m getting used to us being… Continue Reading “Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)”

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