Dismantle.

Please, don’t speak. You don’t lie well, ’tis truth I seek. You have none. Not even in small change. Allow me to horizonalize your perpendicularity – iron out the arrogance that you fail to hide. Pride that you wear with a crooked smile. Take one last gaze into your gold framed reflection. I am going … More Dismantle.

By Virtue

β€œAll of the truly important battles are waged within the self. ” ― Sheldon B. Kopp, If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him: The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy Patients I have been blessed with a wild mind. A brittle constitution, and an appetite for truth. Impatience is my virtue, and possibly the only … More By Virtue

Chasing Demons

It is more convoluted, than just a throbbing demand for blood. It is more labyrinthine than simply knowing that I will stand, bloody faced and victorious, heart pounding against my rib cage. A reminder that the trophy blood that drips from my hands, is not mine. It belongs to one of the demons that has … More Chasing Demons

The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles of S and J: Old Photos. Page Two

Page One. Page 2. J was most pissed at me for getting us arrested. Our fake names turned out to belong to people who actually frequented the underground poker den / brothel that we were attempting to have a good time in. It was quite frankly, a waste of wigs, a waste of make up, … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles of S and J: Old Photos. Page Two

Let Go.

Remembering you, is like placing my lips on a heavy bottomed whiskey glass, filled with tiny sharp shards of a broken mirror and tilting it into my mouth. Slicing my tongue, the same tongue that licked the blood from your lips when you fell into my glass desk. Tearing at my throat, with a familiar … More Let Go.