the building is grey and cold and maze-like. i crash my car into the front door. my face is hot. i am here to have an abortion ( Read more... )

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get get get out of my head. i even ran from you in my dream last night but every field i crossed had a perfect farm house with you in it. i tried to warn your new girl but she laughed and tied me to the banister to watch you have a new, good life. i screamed and struggled. i woke up tangled in sheets, terrified, face all wet from fitful tears ( Read more... )

i have covered myself in city filth. i have forced its wet smell under my nails, just to dig a hole for you. a place to rest in the warm crumbly muffin dirt, so far down that the streets sound like distant rain, so far into the dark that you can smell ocean water. i will not let you live but there is no reason to suffer ( Read more... )

if you've got your leg in a snare, twist and pull until your limb lies as naked as a paw, until the skin pulls back like a cuff, until the bones let go of each other, until you have to turn and set your teeth on yourself, because the others will come bearing yoke and gun and beaks and keep you half-dead in a cage for eternity ( Read more... )

having a Miller a 11 am listening to Styx and missing my valley home is no way to go through life, son.

wait nevermind this is awesome

my partner rises around me like a tide. he is wearing the spine of his former body around his shoulders. he is cold and heartless like me. i cut my arms off and grow new ones like starfish arms. they are as rough as packed sand. with them i can wrap him in my deathgrip and breath him in with my millions of lungs ( Read more... )

class finishes tomorrow, then on to state registration board exams, then i'm applying to every hospital in driving radius. i'm in scrubs most days. i wear ugly white shoes. i couldn't be more pleased with life.

the scientific method, unfortunately, can't disprove a lot of theories. it seems the crazier it is, the more people fervently insist that science can't prove that it doesn't happen ( Read more... )

dear higher power,

thank you for dropping a ton of free, fertile soil into my welcoming hands. i may not be your favorite, but you seem to really like plants.

yours truly,
conniver and would-be topsoil thief