Most people find the ending point of things to be the most trying and sacrificial, which makes logical sense considering an ending can range from a death to a more trivial break up ( Read more... )

I'm in an airport and the floors are white with lines that if were depicted in the right fashion, could replicate the grid that has formed between my veins and through my organs.

every move i make feels like a mechanical function.

I now reside in Massachusetts.

With the numbers defying my desires once again, I’m stuck here kissing the city goodbye every night until finally I awake in another world. Although it seemed brilliant at the time, taking a week off work to “celebrate”, I now have time to actually think over what this next move really means. The city will no longer be out my window, and ( Read more... )

A cotton calcium mess,
she traveled the bridges that would never
lead her to where she wanted to
land.
With a heart amputated at thirteen
and an unfaithful tongue
that tasted
and fucked
the highest toxins
she became the aim
of the pistols
they all pointed.

I spend my nights with smoke tangled around my limbs and my eyes half open as I stare at the people that I’m sure are just as temporary as this fucking city. I rub my hands up and down the seams of my jeans like the six train travels it’s electric tracks, except it’s clear that I have derailed and the six is always on time. I seriously wonder if I ( Read more... )

Tell me stories.

Another year has passed through my veins, another blur of the memories that never evolved through the cannister womb of a camera and became tangible, and another set of scars.

My mind has exceeded my body in age and I'm not sure whether I should be bitter or grateful.

Well, hell.

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So this is it ( Read more... )

Like the lights, my eyes began to flicker ( Read more... )