Submissions by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
i pissed away my scholarships and chose the hard way in life, but i make up for squandered potential by reading like words are the antidote to a fire that has been burning on my scalp itself for a decade or two (but who's counting?)
will this be forever? i stare down at phones, books, feet anything in the floor really while another in a rather long line tells me all about how dangerous, how deadly, how destructive my choices tend to be
my mouth opens, moves, closes again i'm sorry tattooed across my tongue for the ease of repetition they shove off, exit stage right and another steps forward to tell me again how dangerous, how deadly, how destructive my choices tend to be
the reaper cometh for me and all the other little junkie boys still going to bed with nightlights and lullabies watching monstrous shadows dance across the wall eyes closed, prayers said rolling in the cold lonely of the night hoping against all odds for a storybook ending don't forget, when you leave please turn out the light
my face has cancer i mean literally this hole in my jaw that just bleeds and bleeds it looks like i shot myself and fucked that up too but i don't have the guts for that
i want to pretend like that's a thumbprint from god where he made me with loving hands a unique and tender soul worthy of love but who stops in a museum to study defects and what kind of sculptor leaves a thumbprint on the face?
i can't sit still as i feel the inside of my hollow skin fill with fire ants wasps pins and needles my hair stands on end and a cold sweat breaks across my forehead i flip over pages in an abandoned manuscript you can actually see the exact moment that the life left my eyes while i was writing it i pick up the phone and the exact tired words i eat every day get regurgitated back at me as a question without form i come back every day and still if i tell one person in this...
madness, manic, malice wait that's just the sense of wonder wandering through withered veins what little piece of myself can i take off to trade today? what pound of flesh will the pawn shop take for pay? how spun can i get for a tongue or distant memories of love and the happiness it makes?
it has begun to eat me alive inside every pill every time i die i must grit teeth yet permit to pass just one more or i'll spend another day somehow...
i opened my mouth my baby bird my sparrow to receive all that hatred that your parents filled you up with they took turns, pouring it in your open mouth like water or air from a tin watering can until you were full
but that's okay
for you see, i have this hole inside (i've been told) impossibly wide and so deep if you spit it will never reach the bottom
one time we passed out in the middle of the road on a bridge over the creek way off in the holler fireflies and starlight and hooch in the grass this creek gets mighty high with rain in spring and you sip and hand it back but we don't talk no more and i can't remember much from those days anyway
you like many others will fall retrograde in my wake trailing behind like newborn stars to a runaway black hole or headlights slowly going around an obstacle at night
first of all fuck you for fathering me in the first place I haven't been the same since and secondly I wish you had taken your due in your satchel and not in your own hands to save some for later and lastly, I will always wonder if life did this to you or vice versa so i know what to expect while all this smoke filters through my own spread fingers
right from my locked car center console i bet he didn't look anything like my sunday school god hunched in a filthy hoodie thumping the top of a shim with a gloved and open palm at night, no doubt so as to not be seen by mere mortals i know he didnít smash the window didnít leave a trace or a scratch i bet he at least had a beard
god stole my gun last night
he left the door cracked waving just a little bit just so I knew thatís the first sign i...