Gentlygrey

These girls talk in morbid fetishes, Tied to chairs with strong brown ropes And slit throats pouring out blood. The girls eyes who are staring Are like the holes in my memory, And I look and look away ashamed. Tumbleweeds burned and dogs barked, The sky filled with embers as we Shouted safety to each other. Welts the size of ping pong balls Formed on our backs results of boredom. Old photo albums dug up the past, Secrets and lies and hate and love. You’ll change your major once more From English to liberal studies. We gossip gossip gossip about Freaks and their animal eros. All this while God watches from heaven, I won

The air was rushing fast past the open windows of Daren's car, filling his ears with that static roaring sound that he loved so much. His hair whipped around his head, getting in his ears and eyes. Ahead, the headlights lit up the empty, country road. Outside the light it was dark in all directions. The sky was dark with black clouds; the moon looked like an out of focus white ball of light trying to shine through. Daren glanced over at Jared, sitting in the passenger, holding tightly to the car door handle. He looked tense, thought Daren. Daren looked down at the speedometer; the little orange needle was nearing eighty. To his left in the d

Jack lied curled up in the center of the bed, staring at the peeling wallpaper. There were stains on the wall, colorful and diverse. Red, yellow, black, and white, they are precious in his sight. His blood felt like it was burning. What goes through your head when you look up from your watch in time to see your six year old daughter run out into the street and disappear with the blast of a horn and the blur of a passing bus? Outside the room, Jack could hear people rustling through their night lives. The streets never sleep, right? Horns and car alarms and shouting and talking and the yelp of a kicked dog. He was never going to sleep, but t

It was raining harder than it had in a long time and my jacket was soaked and so was her hair. She sitting on the ground with her knees to the side, her arms wrapped around me at the waist as I kneeled beside her. She was crying hard into my chest and I did my best to calm her, but I did not know what to do. I ran my fingers through her hair and undid the tangles and I whispered to her that everything would be alright, but I did not look down at her. I stared off into the trees on the side of the road, trying to block out that flickering, crackling noise that was filling my head. The trees were dark after only a couple of feet. The emptiness