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 […]
Read More Heartfelt DistanceWe 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 […]
Read More Chemical SteamThey sit on the stairs and tell stories about the times when they would climb into whatever dark holes they could find just to see something new. The moments they held onto from back then are too few, and they struggle to keep a grip on the last remaining fragments. They sketch on napkins faces […]
Read More Remaining FragmentsHaunted backpacks are donated to kids who can’t afford their own, and they walk through the halls with specters coming out of their spines. They arrange the world in lines making loud machinery to shave away any remaining curved edges. The tops of mountains make their pupils spin, but they’re confident that in a few […]
Read More DistanceThe people carrying box fans on their backs stop for a moment to wash the mud off their hands in the stream. Without thinking the passenger throws a plastic wrapper over his shoulder into the backseat, forgetting that this was his friend’s car, and quickly turns around to try and find it on the floor. […]
Read More TendencyPorcelain representations of everything line the vast mantle he keeps in his basement. The visual frequency of the footsteps they take are like greasy fingerprints on a glass table. He tries to walk while he’s still able, and pokes bugs, crawling across his wall, to death with his cane. There is a chain that’s suspending […]
Read More VeinsBreak all of your old CDs in one big pile, but don’t try and huff the smoke they give off when you burn them. The self conscious wolf worries, while it eats, that it was too much of a dick to the deer before biting through its eyes. This haunts it for weeks and makes […]
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