Debbie’s gum swelled like an anemone, pink and spongey to the touch. Countless nights of feasting on leftover waffles, home fries, and vanilla milkshakes from the diner left her mouth in a sugary stalemate, unable to accept any of the five food groups with ease. In fact, Debbie was so high on Novocain and nitrous oxide that Bill’s arrival sent her brain into a rather disorientating episode. “Good-day Deb. Fine morning, ain’t it?” “Why yes, I uh, I’d have to agree.” Bill’s fac
You disturb the peace and tranquility, reducing any semblance of calming silence, to a concert of growls, barks, and hisses. You turn a place of safety, into a place of chaos, charging in like a rabid beast. You enter like the sound of claws, screeching hideously on pavement, a complete and utter nuisance.
I am too alone. Like a single celled organism A protista In a cellular jungle of complex species. One electron in a cloud of protons, Isotopic. We could be like the eightieth element, So mercurial, But I always appear to be so negative, Incapable of bonding to anything And incredibly neurotoxic I am unwanted. I am unneeded. Even recalled form thermometers. Unstable enough To cause acute Poisoning. And because I am so biohazardous I am left alone Sitting in a glass beaker To s
You come hurtling through the air as you embed yourself in my flesh, tearing through my skin and muscles and veins maybe even hitting bone. If you stay, you continue to cut through me, If removed, I will inevitably bleed out.
I am the sweet smelling lilac bush blooming in late spring. I am the jagged streak of light bursting from a thunderstorm. I am the simple iris flower that opens up your eyes. I am the dried out raisins in your morning cereal. I am the chewed up binky your baby outgrew. I am the liquid in your transparent glass that fades away your problems. I am the breathtaking view of a sunset that illuminates a path across the bay.
I was walking with Jasmeen in the grassy fields beyond the lake. We had brought a plastic container to collect wild blackberries in. We reached to pick some off the wall of brambles lining the path. At some point, she said, “I think that's enough,” but it was too late - I had spotted a shining cluster of the black pearls we had been mining. I replied indifferently, “Yeah, you're probably right,” glancing at the almost-full container, “but it's still fun to pick them.” I then
I didn't think love could be so shameful, but I look to you and I can't help but feel conflicted. We don't have a proud love. Our love is an empty beer bottle in an AA meeting. I wish I could quit you.
“If you can guess what I have in my pocket, you can have it!” Billy glared at the judge’s pocket with an intense stare, trying his hardest to decipher the contents of the small, pant-leg container. The audience watched in anxiety as Billy stood in the center of the octagon ring, thinking with every bit of brainpower he could muster to analyze the pocket. “I believe it is…” The audience leans closer. “A red pen that is two-thirds out of ink?” The audience waits. The judge reac
I am the blood clot, that takes your breath away. I am the thin line going down your paper marking the beginning. Or the heat dial you can’t get to fast enough, on a cold winter morning. I am the fire alarm, that signals danger. I am the flowing lava that is mesmerizing to watch.