Where It Hurts

my sudden and undeniable desire to burn it all down, burn it all until the flames consume all that has ever been, just to see the light reflect in your eyes.

Momma Said

Keep your hands to yourself, and use your brain more than your penis.  Please. 

Eyes, Skies, Lies

  It's okay if you feel like these are just words on a screen, and if that obscures the obscene from your mental regime than I cannot fault your resolve and try to topple your walls, if it's somethin strange in your neighborhood and you don't call Ghostbusters than I'm not sure we can really… Continue reading Eyes, Skies, Lies

What I Really Meant To Say

I meant to say, I love you, Mom. I was eleven and lying on the living room floor, and she was falling apart. Crying about life, about the difficulty dealing with my youngest brother. She poured out her heart, and then she had to go.  "I love you," she sobbed.  "Bye." The cold cruelty in… Continue reading What I Really Meant To Say