Bloody Mary Christmas

Hey, good evening, I just want you to know Christmas is coming, and there’s going to be blood in the snow I’m coming to your house and i’m going to town I want to rip your limbs off and put you in the ground I’m no Santa Claus, i’m anything but yet I’ve got a […]

Sour

Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.