"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would
say
but the wound would be already
open
She would close her eyes
squint them
poke her tongue out
and shake her head
"Sorry."
She liked to bite
couldn't help it
"You're gonna kill somebody
one day. Bleed 'em to death or
something."
"Sorry, sorry."
but some people
some girls
are just impossible to stay mad at
Despite her words
there was
no remorse for opening the wound
no remorse for licking it
making it bigger with her tongue
And no remorse for sucking
the blood out of it
She never swallowed
Just swirled it around her mouth,
loving the saltiness
and the taste of metal,
and then let it drip down her chin
She was arguably
one of the
greatest
among the great ones
the woman smiled at him
and showed her
legs from beneath a
white coat
She was close to his face
Stretched on the label of
the rubbing alcohol bottle
70% alcohol
He liked this woman because her
smile never faded
and she was always inviting
"Oh, if you insist," he said
and made an
effort to push himself away from the
moldy pillow and stand
He grabbed the bottle
added some water
stirred
held his breath
and drank
The words "I love you," came from his mouth
enveloped in thick steam
and there was a brutal
growl in his guts
but none of that
mattered. The woman was still
smiling at him, still
lovely
Image Source: Snappa I watch her every evening until late at night I’m always looking under her skirt Most of the times she’s wearing black and doesn’t bother to use anything that may absorb her blooming redness The matters of the living are beyond her now She stopped eating and weighs just a bit more […]
217 days without speaking or seeing each other and suddenly she shows up knocks on his door and says, “Hey, we’re still together, right? Still a couple?”
He didn’t answer, just ushered her in through a curtain of smoke and moldy smells. His small apartment looked more like a cave than ever before. The walls were dark and irregular with buildup of grime.
The cockroaches were long dead, poisoned with cigarette smoke and ashes
26 years her senior, he was a modern caveman Still lived in a cold, dark, and gross cave, but he had a laptop and internet connection.
The screen was the only thing alive in the cave.
It showed a compilation of short videos featuring brutal executions from all around the world.
“So how have you been?” she asked.
His reply was a grunt as his gnarled hand reached into his breast pocket and…
The way she'd creep up on you and just appear from behind like some cat, you'd think she was some trained assassin or something I felt her punch my shoulder and then her other hand falling on my nape and squeezing "Hey, lucky boy. You should be so damn glad you ran into me." In the fist that hit my shoulder she held a bunch of crumpled bills and brought them before my eyes "What's that?" I said "Our tickets to the bar down the street. And you've the honor to accompany me there. Drinks are on me today. But you do owe me, don't think otherwise, okay?" "Where'd you get that money?" I asked. "Why's it so dirty?" "I stole 'em from Ol' Horn Nose while he was taking a shit." "What?" Ol' Horn Nose was the homeless guy who roamed around the block, usually begging in front of…
the last time they
saw him
happy
was when he told them about
that weird dream
he had
in which wine
poured from the tap in
his kitchen
and that
was it
he had nothing else
in life to
be happy about
They didn’t need to
ask his
profession
Somehow they
all knew
he was a
poet
there's been a collection of rather dark thoughts lately and he was studying it from the comfort of his bed The other day he found a good pillow in the dumpster and used it to cover the spot on the mattress where the rusty springs emerged Now the bed was fine again good enough for daydreaming After you've tried out all herbs and powders all that's left are the dreams the daydreams and the nightdreams and the nightmares and the daymares On another day spent dumpster diving he'd found a plastic bag with about six severed hands They were still cold some mafia shit was going on in the city He took them home and tried to cook them hoping to obtain at least some bits of meat He had no pan and of course no oil so he impaled them with iron rods at the writs and placed them…
she never finished college
but she was a pill expert
and took pride in it
"Here, this one'll make you rock
against your will. You'd need some."
"Not me," I said
"You afraid?"
"Yes."
"Hahahahaaa, afraid o' some pills, boy?
D' you know what being afraid of
this stuff's called around here?"
"I don't know what's called around here
I'll call it wisdom where I'm at. No
pills for me, thanks."
"Wow, you're such a pussy, ain't ya?
Oh, well that's too bad, I guess.
Would've been fun to rock the bed tonight
but I ain't lookin' for no pussy. I wanna give that."
She gave it to one of my friends along with
some sketchy looking pills
and from that night on they were a couple
of some sorts for a little over a month
And when she took the right pills
she talked in the wrong ways
In her sleep
to the walls
to her cat
to her left foot, but whispering
so the right won't hear
And when she was on pills she would have
her new boyfriend hold her phone
and not allow her to answer if her dad called
Her dad didn't call too often but
somehow managed to call when she was on pills
He just wanted to check how college's going
not knowing she'd quit
or was expelled
months ago
"Ah, my daddy would so kill me
if he found out. Like, yeah, he'd kill me as fuck!
But that's all right. I'm all right.
I know this dude who prints 'em, makes 'em
look like the real thing.
Just give 'im the ID an' cash
and you're good. I'll be good."
Well, I don't know
I guess wisdom comes in many, many forms
that friend of mine she hooked up
with considered it wise to
one day just tell her father the truth
The phone rang for the fourth time
and she was lying in bed
naked with froth about her lips
and eyes staring up into her skull
probably looking for salvation or something
He answered and introduced himself to her father
and told him everything,
even switched to video call to show the man his daughter
He thought he'd save her life this way
Sacrifice the relationship to save your partner's life
I guess that's wise
She went into rehab, I heard
and, what do you know, a few years later
she's married and pregnant
I wonder how wise her husband is...
Daydreaming as a profession 