Mumble

I’d been mumbling pretty bad in the wake of the terrifying nightmares. They were decorated like a haunted house about the past. The floors would tilt left and right with bad timing making the liquid surrounding your brain start to foam like a glass on a carved up bar. In fact, that bar was so […]

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Fields

A pair of glasses sits covered in thin salt, knocked into the air by shoes on the concrete. The fields are all way behind this year, and the scarecrows are left with nothing to preside over. Lines of cars pour across state lines to buy legal fireworks to detonate where it is most certainly illegal. […]

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Blacktop In Its Infancy

Overlapping street names can’t be read by looking at them in their totality. The one in charge checks his watch and paces back and forth talking to no one. Everything is covered in rain drops that reflect the light into warped colors until they evaporate. Two teenagers are locked together, among them, absorbing the humidity, […]

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Drop

A bottle of eye drops lost in the thin dark under her passenger seat is just missed by her fingertips. The caffeine in her blood makes the edges of her vision blur and the music sound like static in her brain. She never could predict the rain or locate where to go with simple directions. […]

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Forget

Selling everything for temporary comfort, and feeling empty for lack of excitement. These parallel houses stare each other down with sad eyes constructed with the placement of their blinds. They tell you repeatedly that you were born to be of use to those around you, but only through the channels that they approve of. They […]

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What’s Left

They push wet sand together into the shape of a human and listen to the music on the radio. It’s mostly just some old shit from the thirties, and the digital clock just flickers on its zeros. Soft tides cut into their creation’s ankles slowly wearing it down until it collapses. They let the falling […]

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Gray Moths And The Cold Moon

She is sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch, watching the the pure gray moths look for places to hide, and she is trying to make herself have a realization. Sometimes she wished she could hear everything dying around her because if nothing else it would potentially make her used to it. When […]

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