Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
there have been
too many fights lately
she was a
musician
and she put it as,
“Darling, we need to change
the tune.”
He was a
writer
and he shot her
and then himself
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it was dark and
hot
and every breath entered
with salty sweat
inside the nose
the mouth was
gagged and the whole head
covered by a
black trash bag
with two very small holes,
unaligned with her
nostrils
Her skin was itchy all
over
but there was no scratching
with hands and feet
bound to the chair
She didn’t realize that she
was in hyperventilation
and it was making things
worse
After the four hours
it took him to come back to
the basement
he found the greatest
disappointment of his life
He found her dead
There’s no feeling like
paying good money
for a toy
only to bring it home
and find that it’s broken
before you get to
play with it
He broke down and cried
for a whole hour
as he sat on her dead lap
and caressed her hair
and kissed her gagged
mouth and sucked the
snot from her nose
She was beautiful
too
Weeks later he was unable to
forget her
He carried her eyeball inside
his mouth wherever he
went
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“You can’t use cuss
words on
social media,” she informs
me
and I tell her
that I know
already
I found it
the hard way
they took down my
posts for
profane language
I thought
they were just words
on a digital paper
I never cursed nobody
The words were never
addressed to anyone
or anything
They were only the
words of
characters in my writings
It’s fiction
isn’t it?
Are you okay living in
a world
where literary fiction is
banned because
it uses bad language?
What the
fuck?
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