apartments and cold west ends of dormitories ( Read more... )

It was 6 a.m. He flicked on the light and the strange yellow luminescence moved up hisface revealing his smooth skin and almond shaped eyes. His type writer lay at the end of his bed and the pictures he had been staring at for hours were scattered on his nightstand. He opened his cigarette case and drew one to his lips and lit it with a quick ( Read more... )

there are small things that i recall in the morning. the way the sheets feel. the difficulties in forgetting are wakes before funerals ( Read more... )

Oceans of broken glass ( Read more... )

cold drops of water fall ( Read more... )

cold and remorseless are timeless treasures ( Read more... )

just like steel tendons breaking the bones ( Read more... )

its a softer thing seeing your hair lay upon the table so delicately naked and too willing to offer sacrifices, like some idol from babylon your stark blonde hair lies, like your eyes which consider so many things saying exactly the opposite perhaps it could be so poisonous to see your pumps as you walk out the door at 11:30 p.m ( Read more... )

greasy dishes piled up in the overfilled sink ( Read more... )

there were times when there were dishes in the sink ( Read more... )