She bounds forward like she’s trying to avoid a large puddle. Looking directly at me I can see she can see — which qualifies her to form an opinion of me.
Slightly fearing her opinion, I look away and as she notices that I have entered the café, I begin to notice the situation I have walked into.
I order my coffee; the usual Americano...
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Study the way I move across the room
Does it make you wonder
How I came to bloom?
You planted me like a seed
In barren lands; roots deepen
Could’ve been a rose not a weed
Still, you won’t find me weeping
I could’ve been a rose
I could’ve been a rose
I sleep under the suns rays
I keep the mineral and earth
No...
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I was twenty four and locked up in the mental hospital where I’d been scent to for a failed Suicide attempt. I’d been there for three months and the psychiatrist wrote in my notes that I was “not brave enough” to commit suicide, but it was a ruse. He also noted that I was “a mystery” to the whole team.
I was only there as...
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When I was a child I used to kill little animals to see them die. We had a family cat we raised from a kitten named Poppy. My sister woke me up one morning screaming, Poppy had disappeared. But I knew where she was. She was in a box under my bed. When the stench got too bad I buried her in the field behind...
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Sometimes your thoughts are telling a lie in the often too physical world.
But really they’re telling an emotional truth.
Sometimes a need can run too deep.
Killed a man this morning. Licked the blade clean and now I’ve gotta test for AIDS. I guess this is what they mean when they say there’s consequences to your actions.
Fucking inconvenient.