“I love you,” he whispered and again I started to cry. His kisses were still sweet but the scent of the cemetery was in his funeral suit.
One night, a man ran out of gas and found himself lost and walking down a long country road surrounded by corn fields when he finally comes upon an old, picture perfect, farm house with the porch light on. He knocks and an older woman answers the door, welcomes him in and says “sure, we would love to have you for dinner” just as he notices that the family sitting at the table has a fileted human head on a platter.
I’m so excited to go home that I didn’t realize the trail of liquid behind me as I walk to my front door. The door opened and I can hear my mom shouting to my dad that I was stabbed multiple times and left to rot in a ditch since yesterday.
The nurse walked into room and found her patient crying and hiding under the covers. When the nurse asked what was wrong the patient pointed to the other side of the bed and asked “can you please make the man in black leave, he’s making me nervous?”
When I found a Polaroid picture of a young girl with her eyes closed and expressionless lips, I assumed someone had thrown it out because it was a mistake. The day my mother died, I stumbled across the photo again but now, there was a strange smile on her face.
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?
I sat there crying in the corner. She called a friend to comfort me, but the feel of cold metal piercing through my heart seemed more comforting.
Diet sodas are now being sold in seven ounce cans. I feel a little better knowing that I am drinking death in smaller doses.
Bessie, my white-faced golden retriever, trotted over to greet me with a smile and a wagging tail as she always does. She’s the best dog I’ve ever had, and I only wish I was still alive so I could give her the belly rub she so rightfully deserves.
“What do you think will happen if we all lived forever??” “The same thing that has been happening since we came into existence; killing each other and ruining the environment out of greed”
Most people remember the bright blood stains on the wall. I only remember his laughter, crisp, loud, a beautiful piercing sound-rainbow.
She, a girl with below average looks and brains, always wanted to be famous but was rejected everywhere. Chronically depressed, she jumped off a building and the blood oozing out of her body contoured a Hindu deity on the floor; her prayers were answered.
The man in the white doctor’s coat looks down on me in my hospital bed and sadly shakes his head. The dour-faced nurse with the syringe walks right through him.
She pulled the trigger over and over while shouting every swear word she knew at the Garrity boys.
Barbara ran out of targets before she ran out of bullets and the pistol fell eerily silent in her trembling hands.
My life was ruined by a series of mistakes made and attributable only to me.
Now, I feel like a cut flower in a vase, patiently waiting to die.
The leaves were still. Just as you will always be.
Finally, hours later, when I was able to touch the soft white skin of her beautiful cheek, I felt dead eyes searching me with questions. I had loved her completely but found myself holding her lifeless body by the neck wondering who had written the words on the mirror.
I saw the sniper’s muzzle flash a kilometer off, but the bullet moved faster than me. I only had time enough to think, “I shouldn’t have come to Afghanistan.”
It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.