Dash

Rusted wind chimes still like mountains. So silent, I forget they’re even there. A broken window in the house across the street cracked slowly over time, from the inside, by the ghosts wanting desperately to escape. Yards full of dandelions slowly mowed over by kids with sticks decapitating them like their ancestors did to people. […]

Matches

Pictures of clothes, hanging individually, along strands of thread connected diagonally across the room. A clock warns her of morning soon but malfunctions into static and it bursts. The time has always been her curse never agreeing with how she felt about her falling. The moon waned in a way that looked painful to her. […]

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 […]

Reaction

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 […]

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. […]

Senseless

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, […]

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 […]