Memory of a Party Girl

The same things that dragged her under, tempted her back up again. Though tortured by their skilled caresses, her face split from ear to ear. Prettiness cracked in two; wide smile lips, red blood make-up, concealing jagged teeth, made brutal for the love that lingered.   She said his fists loved her; that his heart … Continue reading Memory of a Party Girl

Break Time

So tired. Glossed over the mad season's crawl. Suffered from every self inflicted affliction I could get my hands on.   My cup runneth over with all kinds of morbid cocktails and I have stood in line too long to take them back, so I just stand there nursing my disappointments.   In the dark, … Continue reading Break Time