Ashes to ashes, placed perfectly between two fingers. Its thin skin secures it as a whole. Pressing my lips onto it as I light a flame. My lungs, bruising like the aftermath of a broken heart. It’s bad for you they say coughing from the pollution of their cars. My middle finger replies while I flick the ash off my cigarette. It only kills me if I light it -which I do.
Loud Laughing From behind me. She is driving Love is in the back seat. Morphed Melody’s Colliding contagiously Loving always. We are together now I know not forever But This is enough. Higher than normal. Loving deeper Appreciating harder. The farthest from normal. Together for just one more night All I can ask None of which I can stomach.
Justification is superfluous. A tooth for a tooth is a tooth. Removed cavities are replaced with ease by the dentist, but it is soul-wrenching for the patient. Agonizing pain shoots through numb nerves at the removal of destruction. the process is necessary they say. But the pain remains. A tooth is a tooth. A tooth for a tooth is still a tooth.
You always create your own problems. Life that is meant to be simple seems like a fantasy to me, for that simplicity quickly turns into ill-mannered glamour. You throw away your parents' love, but are still given that new Mercedes because everything else is far from perfect. Eventually, your fairy tale will crumble on top of you. Trapped under the weight of being forced to put on a crown—a crown of leadership and independence. Never again allowed to act childish or selfish. G
Cavities are not real They're just a pile of nothing. Of nonsense that those thieves tell. They’re vile, selfish suckers They're just hoping to hoard all the sweet stuff in the world. All the donuts. All the candy All the soda All the cake Every last peppermint in existence. They tell us that they’re protecting us From painful punishment For pleasing our palate That's a pile of...bananas That they also happened to take from us. They told these tales Of how owls hoot About coo
She was in the wonderful world of Disneyland, happy as can be. Her innocent and immature mind could not begin to try and understand what would happen next. Mom turned her head and within the next second, the little girl was gone. Just like that. Vanished in thin air, floating around aimlessly with the crumpled up candy wrappers. Search teams immediately notified, her face was plastered on milk cartons the days following. Amber, where are you? Her incandescence still lingers.
Parked in an empty lot by the docks, watching the calm water glisten as the sun set to an intensified orange. The sun slowly slipped, turning the sky shades of light blue, green, purple, and pink. Only ten minutes later, the color was a darker, a deeper version of itself—a stack of food-colored pancakes. We watched the pancake sky fade as the night bled black, illuminating the stars and moon which reflected off the harbor. Our hypnotic trance broke when my phone buzzed and br
I never fell into the River, I was thrown. I never succumbed to the current I fought it to a standstill. From the riverbank it appeared as if I was floating place. But under the surface my legs kicked with mindless fury. I could only kick for so long, until the aching and tension was too much to bear. Eventually I crawled out of the River and walked back into the house. with each step I left behind a reminder, a stain on the spotless, pristine floor of the house of complacenc
It was a fever dream, a truth, half-obscured— but just barely glimmering, piercing a haze of heat and sweat. Sore all over and semi-sleeping, I glimpsed something rolling through the sand, an ophidian glossy and impossibly black. It flickered—the pillows and sheets swirled in the dunes, comforters intermingling with silica under the cloudless sky, and I saw scales like asphalt thrash past me, encasing the miles of coiled muscle and bone which slithered through the desert. To