Ever spotted something out of the corner of your eye with the suspicion that someone was watching you? Ever seen half of a face staring back?
I should have known right from the beginning that there was something wrong with the deserted diner especially after ordering their special steak. The meat tasted strange , the waitress was staring continuously at me with a perpetual smile on her face & a butchers knife sticking out of her apron.
I am losing my mind and I’m scared I’ll never find it again. I have traversed too many dark nights in the lost hours since I last loved myself and for this final hour I will stand and remember what it means to be human in the end.
Silence descends and not for the first time I wonder if it is a noun in and of itself or if it is merely the absence of sound. And then I remember how long it has been since I last heard your voice echo off my walls, and I know that nothing that is empty can crush so completely.
My head is full of voices. But I can’t sleep because I don’t remember the sound of yours anymore.
At first i thought it was coming from the window.
But then i heard the tapping come from the mirror again.
I begged, “why can’t I stay a little longer just to be by his side?”
The man with the gray face spoke without looking, “because no child should be taken before their parent.”
I went on my phone and saw pictures of me sleeping. I live alone.
As I was stumbling in the night to get the the washroom, I felt my dog brush against my leg. But then I heard my dog barking upstairs at something else.
I want to be found, but it’s hard to say so when you’re at the bottom of a pool of tears. I seem to be unable to find my way home; perhaps I’m lost.
I always thought that death was inevitable until someone in an alley convinced me otherwise with some simple persuasion. It turns out I was right the first time.
Do you tell the whore that you killed her son?
Or do you oblige her pretense of virginity?
When I was a child, my older brother would always try and scare me in the middle of the night by creaking the door on the wardrobe and whisper in my ear “Boogeyman Boogeyman”. I used to hate him for that, but now I would do anything to take those days back, because now I continue to hear that longing creak of the wardrobe knowing it’s not him, those slimy lips against my ears whispering “Boogeyman Boogeyman”.
As I walked into the room the perfect stillness of the air took my breathe away. Then the wind chime hanging from the ceiling started singing softly.
I used to be a muscular trouble maker but when leaving prison on parole I vowed never to commit a crime again and stay away from trouble. I got employed in a non-stop bar as a security guard but trouble came to me soon enough to send me back to jail.
I was dying of cancer and one of the things I wished to do before dying was to punch a fascist in the face. I did not die of cancer.
I, the captain of the regiment, won the battle but we, the invading army, lost the war. My distorted body is covered with medals of worms at the enemy’s market-square.
I was young and healthy until I enrolled in a medicine course at the local university. Suddenly all kinds of symptoms gave rise to great worries about my health.
My wife had a terrible habit of digging her nails into my back whilst she sleeps. One night it got so painful I had to awaken her, only problem is that she was already awake.
I finally confided my 7-year old love for him adding that he must be my soulmate. Exasperated, he said that’s impossible since he’s sold his to the Devil 5 years ago.