Once Paperelli had discovered that I couldn't die, it was all over for me. He was well known in the underground of the city for being merciless, charismatic, violent without ever raising a finger and I guess I am partially to blame for wandering down there out of curiosity. No, fuck that, nobody deserves this. I wasn't to blame, I guess, some would say it was a pity. That I used to be a great girl...
It was damp and dark when I regained consciousness. There was water dripping from the rock formations hanging from the ceiling, a fat drop fell directly on the side of my nose. Sliding down, it made it's way to the corner of my mouth and I spit, the minerals forming here adding a bitter taste that I wasn't used to. As my eyes began to adjust, I saw that there were two pools of water with a pathway...
Everything happened in slow motion and all at once. The back of the truck started swaying back and forth like it was trying to come off of the rest. I pulled to the side near a low rounded curb, pressed on the brakes and watched. I can remember the sound of the door starting to crunch in towards me but I can't hear it. I can only see glass breaking. The only part completely lost is the moment righ...
some minds are a cluttered hoarders house,
attics filled to the brim with regrets and
broken promises spilling out of unused bedrooms
it's a lonely state of mind,
a hidden disarray
some eyes look down a dollar bill telescope,
to inhale clarity down a line,
to believe the stars still do shimmer even when the world is dark and,
it's a solitary beauty,
nothing tangible to grasp
and others;
tast...
On the evening before my 18th birthday, my family had all gathered in the living room to reminisce of the day they had all completed their set of senses. My aunties were tearfully telling stories of the beauty the new world held for them and the uncles, cousins and grandparents were cracking jokes over who overreacted in the most ridiculous way. Like, Stevie for example- they woke up with a brand ...
This would be a lot easier if you would stop looking at me like that, I thought to myself. Yet another thing I should be saying out loud but, my vocal chords constrict anytime a word starts to form and I wind up choking down my own spit. We've been through nearly everything together in these past few years, which has made the guilt of hiding this part of myself from you amplified. Like a slap in t...
I had only ever dreamt of a moment like this and now that it was here, it couldn't feel like anything but a dream. Some type of imagined fantasy, a daydream of heartbreak- these things I usually did to test the depth of my own emotions. It never feels the same when it comes to fruition. Maybe I'm manifesting self-fulfilling prophecies with these hypothetical situations, or maybe it was just finall...