It was Halloween and in preperation for the night I lowered my mask of red satin and black lace over my shadowed eyes.

My pace was irregular in spite of the rhythmic "click-clack" of my boots and as I gulped the contents of the red cup I had adopted by entering the party my steps did anything but balance my bouncing nerves.

Rounds 1 through 4 became one stumbling memory-it was my attempt to soften to blow of what I knew would come at some point that night.

I turned the corner… Continue

Like a poem we read, line by line carried us throughtout each scene, seemingly perfect who would've known what profanity hid there between the lines. It felt like a dance, matching actions to words and with a hop skip and a jump our skeletons were avoided left to lay in their graves in between the lines. Once in a while these demons got restless...our confidence lost control, and a boney hand swiftly gripped an ankle during a hop, skip and jump and there we were trapped amongst the rotted bones… Continue

I swiftly move at his set pace, clicking my heels with each of his steps that I mimick...holding his arm keeping my posture as perfect as possible.



With my face flawlessly painted and my hair perfectly carved the pretty girlfriend is ready for tonight's show.



I smile up at him adoringly...telling him just what he needs to hear...that he's what I need and nothing more, that he completes my life and without him I am nothing.



I excuse myself to the bathroom before… Continue

How was I too dumb to see...I wanted to believe the lie just like every time before...desperate to see the good in beauty while only ever seeing it's fatal end and nothing more, I take the bait and become one meal and still am nothing more. But. now that this cycle is done and threw, I miss it only in the least bit. The cinnamon skin so soft beneath my fingertips and the face so inviting and lovely to my eyes. Every word, though they tickled in my ears, were just illusions that cleared into… Continue

Can't you tell...my make up isn't running, but damn were you cunning, just a set of brown eyes from hell.



Fuck those tears you used to bring and the way my stomach flipped...and how my feet always tripped, you were nothin but a fling.



Man, what a trip...but a man ain't what I found.

Boy, you're just a clown...shooting from your hip.



You're nothing but a gamer, spouting off your lies, breaking any dangerous ties...afraid of landing back in the… Continue