When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago she'd had a brief affair...
Clearing out my conscious seems impossible tonight so I feign diversion for relief All these feelings and theories of mine seem worthless in the grand scheme Wondering if I belong because I view this world in different hues and most will remain blind as I struggle to find any use
Ignorance holds no candle to an enlightened soul but still we drug ourselves and become dumbed down Starlight eyes and an elusive mind Hoping something might numb my brain and remove this double-edged curse from me
The hotel was more populated than the proprietor, a tall and thin man, had ever seen it.
He said as much to Abigail as he led her to her room. 'The usual ghosthunters?' she asked. The proprietor paused on the landing. Beside him was a small Gothic window looking out on the forest that ran parallel to the hotel.
Opposite the hotel was a bluff that plummeted a hundred feet down to wind and seaswept rocks. 'I don't like to talk about them' he said, referring to the ghosthunters. Abigail left the matter there and followed him to her room.
Christmas Crime (Or That Time My Old Man Straight Murdered My Mom Over Some Bullshit)
Twas a dark and sad December When my mother was dismembered By our father, for some unkind words she said It was snowing, I remember Mistletoe and chimney embers And the hollow eyes from mommy’s severed head
He lit his pipe after a while And laid his back upon the tiles Of our bathroom with a belt around his arm Then he nodded off and smiled And we gathered single file To watch as daddy dearest bought the farm
The police gave us some chocolates Which melted in our pockets And they shipped us off to live in...
alone kneeling in my sanctum sanctorum I hear you again I was cold, shivering and you said I know...it scares me to scare ...upset You I just knew there was no going back from that
bright light from the tip of the knife sharp points winking seductive in it's smooth lines thoughts played within my thoughts a small neat cut on the wrists a bottle of sandman's candy would be just right
the darkness went beyond you the screaming anxiety existed long before your light lit my...