Incomplete

We wake up counting minutes in our heads and still we stay up late. Nothing about tomorrow is decided and yet it’s still our fate. Everything is so much less important when we aren’t awake I almost wish that sleeping was the hard part. You see her look at you through the dark, her eyes […]

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Broken Fingers

There’s a T.V. in the waiting room that swaps between a cooking show and hockey fights. A little something for everyone I suppose while we all sit quietly with everything that’s wrong with us. I hear the doors behind the desk burst open and the rapid wheels of a stretcher scrape through the corridor. A […]

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Platitudes

While cleaning off the chalkboards she worried that she’d never find a balance for when things went wrong or right. In falling snow she walked to her car and through a distant window saw a light. She knew the room in which it burned beyond the redbrick flaking in the cold, and didn’t do as […]

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Fortify

I entered through the center door and the room was full of bowling pins, along with several red guitars growing out of the walls. On the stage there was a woman swaying in a shining dress and her movements washed over everything like how night fills all the space the day is done with. I […]

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Smiles

Angry dogs break their chains and kill each other because they think its what we want. The long knife stabbed into the side of her mattress is a last line of defense for if the social contract fails her, and the world decides it’s fine to take her place away. The water collects everything and […]

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Latchkey

Kids dig through their parents drawers to find anything that tells them whats been hidden. This could be as small as the password for all the blocked T.V. channels or a letter about some baggage in the past. Although it’s all mostly trash. Old magazines about outdated entertainment for people who don’t like to read. […]

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Snow Piles

Black snow saturated with the outer most layer of the pavement pushed into piles that take the shape of infected lungs. We walk between them and pretend it’s getting warmer when we all know that it isn’t, and if nothing else, they remind us what we make out here. Long trips between one state and […]

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