I. Captivity The stench of bong water that follows like a stagnant cloud. Roll on Old Spice, pock-marked face, tie dye baseball tee. You’re a self medicated stoner with a blowtorch to battle abjection. No D.A.R.E program could keep you from imparting your smoke to me. A secondhand high. Continue reading
Author: hollyisking
Four Doors Down
Did I tell you about the shady business down the hall? Garbage bins line the walls overflowing pizza crust and piss-yellow Mountain Dew.
say it coward say it
your words are a plague- you spread
as you speak
you are not special
My hair is purple and covers one eye so that the Gibson full of mites isn’t a sham. “You look just like your mother when you were that age! But you have your father’s nose.” I wish that wasn’t true. The blob on the bridge makes me look like a harpy.
Les Mans
Moro reflexes tested when
you touch my open palm.
Do you remember?
An inflexible anchor
that hide his eyes while
playing Peek-A-Boo.
Anxiety
My hands are numb. All I can feel is a tingling sensation in my hands.
I wonder if they care.
Breathe. I can’t breathe. Like a heart attack. Weight on my chest that is so constricting. Maybe if I count in my head it will distract me.
Downtown Long Beach
Downtown Disney
Familiar Stranger
I locked eyes with a ravishing stranger.
Something in those eyes held me captive,
They seemed familiar – I felt no danger.
I was entranced, for they were so attractive.
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