Thin hairline fractures, that lay submerged in anger; long enough that they swelled into gaping holes. To go over them, would be like navigating the latitude, and the longitute and the gravity and the declination of something already dead. Our past lay dissected on an autopsy table. The rib cage of what was exposed for … More Suck it Up.
My pistol is holstered, my knives tucked away. My neck exposed. My fists unwrapped; my mind hidden behind niceties and tea and cake. You have hidden your weapons. Your tongue speaks lies, and your eyes speak truth. You wage war just by being here.
In rage, I imagine the suffocation of a bull, in clear plastic. Layers, and layers of clear plastic. It can fight. It can call. But it’s strength will be it’s death. It will die. It’s how I feel, and the image I rewind and pause like an old movie, when I feel this way. Pounding … More Dead Meat
I am reluctant to post this for the ripple effect it may have, but I feel it appropriate. I am also not very good at keeping my opinion to myself when I feel strongly enough about something. I keep reading things that have been posted about Narcissists and what to look out for and how … More Narcissistic … smarshitistic.
Someone whom I love and trust has named me a Bear Trainer. Those that have known me as I have grown up with chains wrapped around my knuckles and sharp glass ready to spill at will at those who challenge me have always called me ‘The Bear’. The claws and the standing up to roar … More The Training of Bears