The classroom door slams open with the rough tumble of edge only brought upon by teenage girls. It lets in a drafty winter breeze, which the other students grumble at before quickly quieting down when they realize who’s arrived. You look up from your hidden corner by the window, undisturbed by the presence of these forces of nature. Bryce blazes in, the other girls quick to follow at her heels. Always hauntingly picture-perfect, as if they had stepped straight out of a collec

I dreamt about my sister, dead these many years. It seemed she was in a place of ghosts. In my dream I put my face up to hers and kissed her cheek and said, "I'll always be your sister." But she turned her face away and closed her eyes. Her cheek was cold. I said, "Do you want me to take you away, dear? Come, come! Let us go!" But she only looked sad and didn't speak. My son was with me but in my dream he was a young boy. I mean, my son at seven, not the way he is now. He was

Their darling souls, He does not take For it is only their hearts He wishes to save And so at night While they lay asleep, He reaches inside And takes every piece Only then satisfied, He will be With their hearts His trophies Reattached and fixed On display  In a glass case Right near his bedside He smiles as he admires Each one Because he knows They can never deny him The love He so desperately craves Ever, again #poetry #horror

attrition   seventeen lacerations on your tongue  and the bruise on your achille’s heel.  it bubbles in the corner of your mouth, parasitical, invincible,  the bullet through sedgwick’s head,  the knife kissing caesar’s thigh.  the ceasefire immediate, justice honored, and iron painted on the back of your teeth.  a word for each hash mark:  they hang your best friend in the street and when his tongue falls out,  it is clean.  they say you are brave when you do not cry but the

There is no other way around it There is no other way to win He/she who commits the most war crimes is the winner It’s automatic Chivalry has no part in it Honor has little enough to do with it Romance is just another form of survivor guilt Willingness to act is the determining factor If you want to know who won, you need only ask one thing Which side committed the most war crimes? The winner is the one with the biggest body count You can never win by demonstrating any reluct

There was a cabin in the center of a grove. Trees like giants. It looked like they were scraping the sky. This cabin sat right in the middle of a small clearing. Tall ceilings. Big porch. Windows everywhere. It was beautiful. Once a girl found this cabin. It was like finding a gem after picking away at rubble for so long. She quickly settled in. After all, the cabin was empty and looked long forgotten. Also, she had been walking for days and days and days, wandering. It was s