Lit

I think I understand now, something I couldn’t quite understand before as I sit at my desk and stare out the window and into the ever darkening, blue sky, twirling a joint between my fingers. The weed is an addiction of the mind. I’d asked many smokers before if they thought they were addicted and […]

A Face Beneath

There’s a face beneath the boards I can’t tell if this is a demon or ghost but it scares me the most. There’s a face beneath the boards i’m terrified but, all I can do is pray to the lord. The smile is haunting and its presence is daunting wherever I go it’s sure to […]

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.