My name is Nothing.
At least, that’s what The Clowns calls me.
I slip on my clothes and stumble down stairs. The Mrs.Clown is getting ready for work while The Mr.Clown reads the paper. As if I am a ghost, they stare through me and I slump into the chair at the table. The Ms.Clown tosses a breakfast plate in the direction it thinks I am. I reach out and catch it. Lies again. I think to myself, “Is there nothing else to eat in the world?” I pick the word love up and bring it to my mouth it tastes bitter, but it is needed […]
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Fresh Skin
i never keep my eyes on the road, i never ask for any help…..i grip a razor to my chest as i cry out his name……the gillering metal in the moonlight sparkles in my face….
i slice through a fresh patch of skin as i scream out his name…no one ever hears my name or calls me in the death of night……yet they wake up and enter my room to find a pool of blood….blood stained roses and hot gun barrels won’t bring him back…yet at night i call out his name and i hear his light voice as a response…..so now i grip my blood […]