stong glare

She hadn’t ever thought of growing up until she ran to the bathroom during class one day. A warm sensation had overwhelmed her and she felt out of control. As she shuffled toward the unisex bathroom next to the nurse’s office she thought she was going to pass out. She had looked behind herself to see if anyone was following her. She had always had a fear of blood.

this is special.

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these girls are pretty pretty great

we drove down to salem to see them earlier this week

if you ever get a chance

go

bedframes/dining rooms

i just about broke my ankle the other night

i decided in my drippy state of mind that kicking the random cat in my yard was a brilliant concept

the wet slippery partially decomposed leaves were not the best surface for my quick movements

i missed that cat

but scared it enough that it scurried away quickly

i limped like an old man up the stairs and into the house

discarded my wet shoes at the door

my ankle was throbbing not only from twisting it violently

but also crashing into the cement step

tired and irritated i climbed into bed to sleep it off

silence was not a good compliment to the heartbeat in my lower leg

so i got up and took a vicodin

flossed my teeth

and passed out on top of my covers

fall vacation scooters

he was attracted to her in a way that was similar

to the way that a young son is attracted to his mother

he sat at his desk

with his legs crossed

contemplating the mistakes he had made

that caused seemingly every relationship

he ever sought

to fizzle

did he try too hard

or was it just something that occurred naturally

when he had first met her

he thought she was average looking

at best

he first gained the confidence

to ask her out

after a night of drinking

and analyzing his loneliness

their first

and last dates

were similar in that he bled at some point during each

during the first date he received a paper cut while paying the bill

during the last date she stabbed him in the shoulder with a nail file

even after getting out of prison

he still thought about her

as if she were still breathing

slice the prizm

blatant stabs from my knife

release pops and frowns

i make my way down the stairwell

my consciousness teeters unpredictably

the sticky leather seat i sit in attempts

to comfort me inefficiently

the alley surrounded by stools

and squeaks marks an area of unrest

slumped over i look up

realizing the mirror across from me

is pulling me into its numbing void

my eyes roll back

and i fall in