they said we could be anything as they crashed their tax evasion into the high rise of our bank accounts.
they told us stories of the castles of our future, birthright to be better than they were.
CASTLES
HIM THREE
in Misc
I don’t not remember the self-inflicted nausea of my early twenties that I blamed on everyone but me.
Hardened sandbags strapped to my sides, fastened with T3 text messages that I sent 3 hours ago.
You never replied.
HIM ONE
in Misc
Child like romance crushing the kid in me. I held your angst, stacked stones on my mule back, aged as quickly as I was a teen.
Read MoreNEW YEARS 2018
in New Years
Hey.
Hey you.
I see you over there in the corner
Exhausted and gasping for breath
Wind smacked and back punched with all of the life out.