kingdom
my father, small and frightened in a windowless room. begging for a cigarette, a name, anything that he could
call his own. we just sat there watching him disappear.
sleeps, dreams
it's the same story repeated until it becomes a religion and i choose not to believe. i'm sorry for the tyrants
and for the weak but i'm not the cause or the cure. this is what i want my own children to understand.
ochs
empty skies stretched over empty parking lots and the road goes nowhere in either direction. this is your home
and these are the men in power. the way they'd rather eat their own shit than lose it. what you notice after
you pull the trigger is that it doesn't change anything.
the listener
the people that you love and the ones that you have forgotten and i can't help but think of gorky spinning
slowly in an empty room. i can't help but think of all that wasted time. at some point the only thing left to
do is fall.
elsie
the world beyond these pale blue walls and the doors always locked from the wrong side. this is the year that
my sister was raped and this is the knowledge that it will happen again. the smell of witches burning and the
sound of gods unraveling. this is the moment when you find out how useless you really are.
riopelle
sleeping through the longest parts of the afternoon and waking up forty miles away. the starving had nothing to
eat but each other and all i've kept is this scorched taste. anything i could hold was broken beyond repair.
arshile
october wind pouring through the holes in the house like a gentle wash of static and what happens next is
everything is taken from you. everyone you love causes you pain. they're calling out your name but you're
already gone.
adamson
cold, colder, and then the face of every god i've ever denied. the days are like withdrawal and this is who i
am. i don't want to be someone else. i want to be someone better. i will use both of these cracked hands to dig
towards the light.
erna
we were talking about being happy but we weren't anymore. we were talking about motion. we were talking about
distance. all we had left was each other. |
