dancing with blood on my tank top
dancing with blood on my tank top threads of always from my breast undulate shame, a little cough, a little dress, but the shame isn’t. we’re quilts see maybe…
Two-faced font
Eat something REDRAW THIS START WITH without AND then *organize* it EXACTLY Four Clocks *with* THREE DEFINITIONS of time SOME MOVING Forward, some MOVING…
You Chose: Bamboo Fan
You reach for the bamboo fan. You recoil from it as the cheap thing lodges a splinter in your finger. Surprised, Lee-Berg fires her gun! The bullet hits Bill…
You Chose: Pearl Chopsticks
A twisted smile stretches across Jen Lee-Berg’s face as she levels her gun at you. Thinking quickly, your hand reaches for the first thing it can find: A pair…
Choose Your Doom
You pull up to the scene of the crime with Bill, your partner. “Wow, looks like a bull in a china shop.” Bill said as he stepped out of the car. “But I guess…
And Then You Lock The Door
It’s one of those nights. Things blend in an amalgamation of dream mush; envelope you in a world constructed of reality and beyond. The light overhead: is it…
Ode to a TV character on the event of your untimely demise
We never met. How could we? After all, you are simply a fantasy. A combination of writers, directors and an actor, captured going through the motions of a life…
Hand
I hefted my axe for a minute, its weight sure and confident. The chrome-concrete barrier would not hold against the horde. My job was slowly killing me. Hooked…
Precision
My hair began to move in response to the particle emissions, dancing the electric dance I’d lived for my whole life. Children screaming with dogs that guided…