Fish Tank

She had a fish tank in her room with a green light tinting the water. The fish didn’t know where they came from. They were the kind of orphans without even the slightest conception of their parents, and in a way that made it easier. There were three of them among the fake vegetation, and […]

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Particle Comparison

Decaying Pontiacs and Toyotas parked diagonally out of apathy. Dead grass and stray plastic bags no one wants to chase after. The time that passes is not sand in a segmented jar, it is arbitrary particle comparison. Getting paid to be afraid I look at the sky as I walk into another institution, another place […]

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History of the World

Piles of books stacked crooked next to blue dumpsters with a cartoon snake, painted yellow looking confused, above the name of the disposal company. The covers of the tomes saturated with prisms of all the basic shapes signifying math, and the others were laden with globes to denote the history of the world. A girl […]

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Bored

We are told what we are from the start. Yellow light hitting new born pupils like the first struck match of a fresh pack. Entangled in the energies of those around us, falling from the sky until our parachutes get caught up in the trees. We are bored into lives we don’t want. Forced like […]

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Components

No sleeping but my eyes are closed, the vague shapes in the dark like tea leaves at the bottom of a clairvoyant’s cup. All I hear are the truck’s loud breaks, pulling into their places. Unloading everything they’ve carried with them for so long and so far. My eyes are open and the wooden beam […]

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Dead Leaves

The road is nothing but faint iridescent lines I stay between. The kids tape masks to their faces because it’s Halloween, and no one wants to be themselves when they can be anything. Hockey sticks knocking around tree branches to remove toilet paper haunting the yards. Infinite orders within a deck of cards reminds me […]

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Radiance

Broken wine bottles like thin obsidian scattered across the pavement. Skin cut open by cold wind, worn down by fingernails chewed jagged from the nerves. Hotel paintings sag inward supported poorly by splintered broken frames, covered in gasoline, to be burned for warmth and something bright to look at. The acrylic paint starts to melt […]

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