Apathy
Turning in on itself,
turning out reflecting images of men,
transforming into disgust.
Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
with Julie Anderson
Turning in on itself,
turning out reflecting images of men,
transforming into disgust.
I am sorry.
I am sorry that you held on to faith,
I am not a believer, I have no allegiance
other than the one forged by pain,
with the Goddess of Self-Preservation.
Your eyes, dark chocolate melted and mixed with sin. Impetuous daring, I slipped into the bucket seat. You said, Fasten your seatbelt, this will be the ride of your life. Charming, sinister candor. Boisterous bravado, you could give not one fuck. Daring, dashing, insane. Possessive. I mean, stalking me in Read more
Sex in her hair, panic in her heart eating away at subliminal cravings, standing before the gates of hell, thrashing wildly against the torrential beat of fucked up sentiments. Slick madness, cracked coherence smashed reality, light shines bright from purgatory. Who will save our vixen, the one who drinks from Read more
magic tricks glisten with tears wishing on faraway dreams dancing with angels of reality singing songs of redemption for only the deaf to hear blind because of the truth there is no such wisdom in this realm of impossibility salvation comes in secret slices whispers, slate grey tinged with frost Read more
Her mind is confused. Her thoughts bubble up from unconscious literature, written in dreams. Her ideals, a compilation of conflicting truths. Her heart pumps red, squeezing drops through the constricting black membrane of rage. She drinks from the well of insanity, smiling to hide the riddle inside. She remembers, a movie Read more
Sports Illustrated’s latest porn edition finds it’s way from the coffee table, to the bathroom, under the bed, stuffed in a backpack and back again. Yet again, it initiated an in-depth, conversation about women, body parts and age with my young son. “Mom, are her boobs real?” “I dunno.” “Her’s?” Read more