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She Had Lost -more-She had lost several pounds of flesh and the meat in her was reduced.She Had Lost -more-
Color drained away and gone.
She wasn't eating.
Life seemed a result. It left her looking like a super dehydrated model plane that would never fly. Like someone's impotent grandfather; rickety, inept, and scattered. She was only a child,
at seventeen, and empty.
What a landscape. Forsaken bones and forgotten greatness. She was so many things;
so many offices. She had thought mountains';
she had thought many
by ~parkerbias
At nightAt night, in dreams,At night
breaking life opens in her veins - starting like a bottle-rocket and blooming – more complete than thousands
of her previous lives. With more monsters and more angels than Tolstoy imagined
She breathes with ease, the calm of a promised daughter. Light and air rush in – the room is full. What despair has she wept for? What stolen silence has she clutched in secret corners, wordlessly holding her small girl’s posture, that should deliver her this resounding moment? When shadows fall like lamplight on th
by ~parkerbias
Skillet Full of GasolineThere were things unsaid that simmered like a skillet full of gasolineSkillet Full of Gasoline
Everybody’s got a friend or two who just know how to do things. Say, there’s this friend of yours who knows how to fix your computer, or how to work your graphing calculator, or even figure out what that strange sound is that’s coming from your car. Eli is my car-stereo friend. For an all-too-fair price of a few six-packs, he agreed to put a CD player in my little Honda. Why two six-packs instead of one? Because I needed Eli to stay up all night. He also had to sober up some.
It wa
by ~parkerbias
Central Arkansas EthicsCentral Arkansas Ethics June Something’s happening, tonight. And I’m not going to like it.Central Arkansas Ethics
The cap spins coolly. She’s got the bottle by the neck and the shot glides down to hit her in the back of her throat. Familiar clinks. There’s no one in the storied house but her. Friday and she’s in the grips of another panic – reminds her of being fourteen and skipping school and all that adolescent expectation trauma. Tonight, June smells the thickness of air too stale to combat and senses things she should have flushed from the room decades ago. She per
by ~parkerbias
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- Favourite band or musician: Cat Power, Amy Winehouse, Aimee Mann, Acid Bath, White Zombie, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Dax Riggs
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