All senses weigh heavily on my mind, too ill defined to be made thoughts. I want to slip like the bottle of vodka from my grip, swallowed by the woods and the nite's sky, crackling branches and taking everything down with it. The streetlight's glow glistened on the rivers weaving through crevices of wrinkled flesh from her eyes to her lips. She ( Read more... )

My parents are empty wine bottles, dirty plates in the sink, dark porches preserving the universe. I love them.

My dreams are all guillotines just waiting to fall.

Let them take our oxygen, we'll be left exhaling pure carbon and inhaling one another until our lungs turn to diamonds.

I can't fabricate conviction. Make me a Puritan. Teach me how to talk myself into feeling. Chain me to consciousness and make me linger at the edge of sleep each night.

If I'm silent they'll assume the worst.

I've always liked the worst better than the truth.

hacerse pedazos-to fall apart
hacer-to do or to make
se-unto one's self
pedazos-pieces

Hacerse pedazos. To make pieces of one's self.

I hate my mother.

Reaching out for my mother is attempting to embrace fire. The illusion is warm and bright, but my arms pass through and I'm left arms wrapped around myself clenching my own burning flesh.

"Beau-iful loosa" he calls me in his Australian accent.

Oh My.