I'm not hungry now The darkness swallows me as they eat. I'm starving now With a pain I can't defeat.

The crumbling meccas/ gnaw/ Each fiscal year’s quota of blood and bone,

The dinner was a flop.

Red glazed chickens?

“What. Is. That?” Sid asked, staring at the shaggy ball of fur sitting in the living room. Its tongue hung out of its mouth and its tail beat against the carpet.“This is Ranger,” his mom said. “I don't know what breed he is, but he's a sweetie…

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Swimming in two seasStaying on both endsSailing with two dreamsSleeping in both bedsShiverShiverbut onlynext to meThe beast of both worldsThe least of such wordsWhich one are you faking?Which one are you bluffing?Sliding under coversShining over watersSlurring across…

“Please excuse the form letter, but due to the volume of god-awful submissions that we receive, we do not have the time to crush the spirit of each writer personally.”

She didn't know this man but there was something about the way stood there wordlessly perturbed, head tilted to one side that made it impossible for her to finish her sentence.

...friendly squeaks...

As you pump the brakes to the cadence of the song, you look at me. Whoever says brown eyes are mundane, has never seen your eyes that day. Everything changes, almost instantly, with those eyes and that faint glimmer I feel only I could see.

It's tough when muscle gets in the way of memory. The way pain is the only thing I can remember about certain things. Fifth grade, that's what I think of. I think of pain. Not just abstract pain, not some we'll get to it later adolescent angst or ennui.…

Thanks to prepositions I can be on drugs, get into music, sway under the influence and rock around the clock. I can jump up and down, crawl into a sleeping bag, sleep under the stars, wander into dreams, and wake up feeling down. I can drink from a bottle, sit…

no pair of wings whipping

Like when she said the word 'but', it came out ‘bet’.

My eyes filled with tears when it entered my throat