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The first beer strips you of shyness. It’s easier to swish around in those denim blues the world’s become fond of— Even more so when morals are loose and the guy ahead looks like an attractive prop from the brand new Footloose. Okay, so chug, chug, a-glug and you’re imitating MJ on the bud. It’s …
Summertime Follies with wind running rampant through my hair. It conjures up memories of the past. The past when grams sat under the catalpa tree sipping her fresh brewed iced tea and talking about the depression era. It begs the soul to ask things of itself that only I could possibly know or would that …
All that skin is too much to take in. Those thighs have hypnotized these eyes and I just can’t let go of the sight of you. That smile – like a ray of light shedding focus on this dark world of mine. Treat me like fire, baby. Get close enough for warmth. But I’m too …
Beats being burned at the stake Tina says of her ECT and though it’s true that in our age mad women are not witches she has nonetheless been turned to ash but I need something, she says (her dealer has an office in a hospital) everything’s so somethingless and I can still hear black so, …
Reader’s Note – Piece Contains Adult Language It’s a shame how much I fucking cry. Like what have I become? I’ve been beaten down for the last 7 years of my life to the hands of a Hoosier; and the worst part is I’m afraid of who I will become. Meaningless? Relentless? Unbecoming? Inconsiderate? Inconsistent? Undesirable? …
He makes her laugh, makes her think, makes her feel whole, and makes her cry. He sends her on a rollercoaster of emotions from time to time. Dinner dates, movie nights, cuddling, and deep discussions. A chemistry that you can only hope to have with someone. He lies, disappears, and treats her like she’s special. …
*Readers Note – Contains Adult Situations* The sun is running through my veins; drying my blood and pulling me to the edge of death; well, this is how I feel when she looks at me through her hooded eyes. I can smell her from here; the scent of her skin brings back summer to my frozen …
The odometer of my life is hidden from me which has me worrying about my legacy Is my existence a part of an eternal plan or am i just leaving temporary footprints in the sand Either way even if it is just spam i write therefore i am -Hussein Ali Hill
Readers Note – Piece Contains Triggering Language: Suicide Whether I clutch my creation too tightly or it clutches me there will be no suicide today the note will go into recycling and be made into newspaper that will tell other stories as unimportant and no one will ever know reflecting on this I return a …
Of all the country songs in the ashtray of this old ford I hum mostly them that orbit the halo of my dashboard plastic Patsy Cline and if Jesus so loves a foreclosure then this old truck’s all His stuck tailgate and all and just enough fentanyl in the glovebox to make the Apocalypse seem …