Tenants Of The Underground

Cursed dice rolls stare back at you. Vines grow all across the walls of the alley, and seem to grip things tighter when you grit your teeth. Cold swords unconstrained by sheaths sever fingers when they linger too close to the legs of women leaning defiantly against the light posts. Digits slither on the ground […]

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The lights are different colors and you focus on them, from the backseat, through the rain drenched windshield. They are there to fill the paths of people desperate to spend their money. All the unpleasant feelings inside them just more planned obsolescence, or the gnawing of cigarettes by the smoker. Costumes are forced upon youth […]

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The Tower

Cutting paper into snowflakes while the T.V. lights the room, gray from the static. The floor is a block of ice on their bare feet while they chase the heat of numbing pills locked behind a cage. The jackets there absorb their rage, and they roll around on the floor like rockstars on a stage. […]

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Maintaining a scarecrow by replacing the guts. They tie a belt around the bottom to keep them in. Its eyes are made of old coins from countries that haven’t existed for decades. The sun hits them at an angle giving them a shine that almost mimics yours and mine. It always feels like wasting time, […]

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The Option

Eyeless beggars can’t find the discipline to cover up, and so their empty sockets fester crusting over for everyone to see. That could never be me. We all think as we stare down into the drained river below the bridge. Skeletons of dead fish sticking out of the black dirt like gravestones. Looking anywhere else […]

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Feasting on secrets and back handed compliments, lets get them thinking things they can’t believe are true. Walking through orchards overgrown with weeds, and bushes full of worms doing their best to slowly shape shift into moths. Tea made over a fire, smells like falling asleep, and when you drink it you can breath like […]

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Guerrilla telephone pole advertising frayed roughly at the bottom to divide up phone numbers and dates. Asking pedestrians to stop for a second and consider what their life could be like if they only had a landscaping job, or finally learned how to properly play the drums. The cold is a thin gray shroud over […]

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