Box Cutter

She liked to go to the store with the boxes that contained severed heads. None of them were dead, but something about the head removal process turned the eyes completely white like the marble people used to make statues. You can ask them almost anything and they will tell you, even their darkest secrets are […]

Doorways

The doorways are blocked by piles of overflowing cardboard boxes, and the walls of all the rooms are starting to look the same. They blame all the burn marks in the carpet on the unstable ash trays of microscopic pilots; they make their rounds regularly, and with engines that can fly right past your ear […]

Clear

Hundreds of bent nails stick out jaggedly from the cracked wood of old telephone poles like ancient fighters shot full of arrows. She stares sadly at the old dish sponge in the sink and remembers the face of the street juggler she saw when she was lost on the sidewalks of Baltimore. You try to […]

Thin Branches

Dead batteries get caught in the small gaps between sidewalk tiles, and slowly leak green acid onto the concrete. She still has tiny scars on her legs from running through the woods when she was a kid, and they make her happy while she looks at them. One of the them was shaped like a […]

Fallen

Rhetorical questions take up vast amounts of space in all their tirades, and I’m getting tired of going through the motions of answering them. Switches flip themselves and sabotage everything in their immediate area while the lights above us never flicker, but wait patiently behind layers of plastic watching our distorted world trudge on beneath […]

Heartfelt Distance

Her legs are wrapped tightly in the floral designs on her stalkings, and everyone’s eyes trace their lines when they look at her. Even the children want to try and talk with her and give her single flowers they swiped from the vases at the centers of the tables. She chuckles at them and accepts […]

Chemical Steam

We find enjoyment in shattering cheap tables, you can buy in any store, with the sledge hammers we found in the shed. The plastic melts into the burning street while they sit waiting for days on the curb. The chemical steam coming off of them refracts the light above like a mirage, and the horseflies […]