she watches her poetic words wriggling and squirming on her hook wrapping and skewering them until they writhe in pain even as they try to leap from the page for her words know they’re bait wanting to warn her unwitting prey they’re sure to lure to its demise ppzzzzzzz-plunk! she casts those words far random […]
something bad happened tonight and also something wonderful
an ocean rages inside me pours out in sobs and wails crashes against my ribcage drowning my heart, my soul streams of liquid heartache flow down tears constantly falling I was whole when you were in me you walked effortlessly across my stormy peaks and troughs now I’m dry on the outside parchment skin and […]
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon see it all,” a raspy voice utters. From the shadows she […]
She was just an egg in the deep green sea, one amongst a thousand. Her soft shell was orange-pink and kept her safe for a little while. She poked a claw out one moonlit night and pushed her way free, turned and swallowed that now-dull orange casement in three bites. It was to be the […]
How easily you slipped beneath my surface and cracked open all my layers. Your devilishly wicked tongue dances behind your teeth and all I want is to suck it right out. My fingers twist in my hair, yanking out to start again. My nails biting into my skin again and again. There are raw, red […]
Stones in my hands Coals for eyes Back ramrod straight Cardboard shoulders Stockings run Bloody knees ‘Neath a skirt torn Heft the weight Breathe deep Take aim A sobbing call for justice Memory fades out Remembering His hands upon my flesh Squeezing as I shuddered His fist in my hair pulling Exposing my throat to […]
What am I doing? A piece of me dying every day. Every night. I’m slicing off pieces of myself, giving them away for free. The things we do for money… am I even human anymore? He ravishes my body but my mind is far, far away. Anywhere but here. I stopped scrubbing my skin long […]
I’m just Another tool in your tool belt Right? Pull me out when you Need me Walk away when you’re Done You bastard I don’t want to be Your useful tool Your stepping stone Your plaything Your side-fling Your feel-good Your second choice Your ego-stroke Your loyal dog I want someone Who loves me I […]
The following is an excerpt of the short story: The Guest House by Chris Nelson, which you can find in the anthology Static Dreams Volume 2. Inside you’ll find nine dark and twisted stories written by him and other amazing authors. I hope you enjoy this little snippet. When Duncan turned around and stepped out […]
