the knife belongs to me
and i hold the power in the room
and as i run from room to room
chasing your trail of tears
i hold the power in each one
the power to rip the keys
from your greedy, grimy hands
and drive off into a world
you never intended for me to see
your hands,
the ones that hold the keys-
they never asked to hold mine
and i never cared to set down my knife
and wait on your every m...
“Name your number, Scott,” Cammie pleads to the bouncer at the door. “I’d sell my souls to be at this show, but I’m offering cash since it’s a more feasible form of bribery.”
“Lady, no ticket - no show. And I’m serious about calling the cops.”
“Fangs Drip Red” light up the entirety of 2nd Avenue as Cammie Johnson sulks past the line of waiting fans. Their first headlining tour and Cammie was goi...
I love you
The most harmful words in the english language with the promise of healing and growth.
For lovers, these words are their existence. For abusers, these words are their weapon. The words- they keep people together, whether they realize it or not, and sometimes I doubt they have any good intention. Talk about a fucking power trip.
For me, these words are at the center of every therap...
The door handle jiggles and the room gets cold. Cold to the touch, almost - as if the silence piercing the room had never heard of gloves. The barricade against the door - the tower of chairs and desks and glitter from yesterday’s art unit - is the only thing standing between an AR15 and Mrs Montague’s 4th grade class.
Mrs Montague is an older woman. She has taught 4th grade for over 35 years a...
“God, that thing is such an eye sore,” Gene scoffs as he passes the new billboard on I-20. “The thing does everything but flash it’s tits at you, and frankly I prefer the latter.”
2 exits before his apartment, Gene remembers the flashing gas can on his dashboard. Somehow, though, he manages to fill his car with liquor instead of gas and forgets the light ever existed in the first place. He also ...
