At 26 years old is it weird that I find nothing more comfortingn than my mother’s touch? You may find it weirder that when died giving birth to me.
Hindsight 20/20
I looked down at the last sentence I had written on the damage report. “In retrospect, breaking up with her while driving wasn’t exactly the best idea.”
Better Off Without Me
I guess I was right about our kids being better off without me. I can still hear them laughing even after I’ve killed them.
Dumb Ways To Die
My mom watches kids in a daycare and there is a 4 year old boy and his little sister who is 3 months old. Today I saw him singing “Dumb Ways To Die” to her, as he shook her back and forth really fast. when I told him to stop he covered her mouth and nose with his hand. I pulled him away from her and he said “she’s MY baby!” …
Atypical Beverage Proclivity
Blood inched its way down my forearm and stained her glistening teeth.
I always hated her tea parties.
Telling
Telling someone was out of the question. If there was an expiration date on amnesty, it was way past.
Reign Rain
The rain was beating on the tent like it had a personal vendetta against us. It was going to win since the beating was leading to a torrent.
Desert
It was not the heat of the desert I feared. On this tenth day it was the bitter night time cold that would be my undoing.
Psychic Visions
As a psychic, people always think that the most disturbing vision I’ve experienced was that of my own death. Let me tell you–the vision of my birth was far more traumatizing.
Stolen
Our eyes catch. My heart fights to get away.
Back
We hid it in the basement when I started having nightmares. Standing outside my room, a doll never looked so lifelike.
Stab me now
I don’t feel the same way is what she told me. I would rather you stab me is what I thought.
Freaks of knifes
During an unforgettable one-night-stand the girl revealed she fantasized about a knife being part of the foreplay. When I asked her who should hold the knife, she answered: “I already am.”.
Classified
I will exchange my 50-year-old wife for two 25-year-old.
Scared
I wasn’t afraid of the noises until I noticed. At night, the nurses came in pairs.
The Gang
I was worry-free until I left The Gang. My new gang nickname is Snitch.
The Man
My last thought before the man in the backseat slit my throat was that the man in the other truck was trying to warn me
Home again
“Honey, are you back yet?” I ask, as the living room door opens behind me. Someone appreciatively whispers “No…” into my ear.
Don’t
I was told not to leave my room after dark. As I heard it crawl towards me and the door refused to open, I understood.
I don’t want lemons, I want life.
When life gives other people lemons they make lemonade. When life gives me lemons I add a little butta a little gawlic, a small douse of wine and then I soak the body in it.