Gunheld guitar slung ( Read more... )

"I swear i'll kill them, if anyone ever tries to hurt you. You are Durga," he says quietly ( Read more... )

It's raining outside...a really comforting sound. I've been writing poems i don't feel like disclosing. I'm trying to get it all out but something is restraining me lately...i feel stuffed... and unable to expel it. choking on hot words that rise and burrrnn ashes in my throat... connecting hunters with hell and colour symbolism ( Read more... )

I am
exploding
right now

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The Fourteen Year Old War.

[Half closed eyes she waits with baited breath at the gas station on route 6. Black eyes, contemplative and serious, dark hair caught up in an old purple scrunchie. She’s restless, eating greasy fries, checking her watch, edging to the pay phone and back again. Looks young to be there so late and alone. Her nose is a ( Read more... )

Here is something quite out of place: it’s the earring that fell from her earlobe at dinner last night, fell from her long dark hair, while she sat sipping vegetable curry soup out of an old tarnished silver spoon, her neckline low décolleté breast tops peeking out from the dark purple silk. He was pleasingly disheveled and dark haired. He looked ( Read more... )

nightmares all night. i knew it would happen. the brain does strange things in the heat. i feel like i'm not awake yet.

maybe i don't want perfection...maybe i'm angry...maybe the sound of icecubes in my drink makes me feel sick he's already so drunk ( Read more... )