Pieces III: The Disposable Heart

Fingers glide over smooth scars, bleed from ragged ruins. Paint me in blood red, bathe me in night air. Scream so long, so deep even God takes a moment to look. Silken touch slips my heart into its angry hands. Don’t beat, don’t beat. Hang on until it doesn’t pump blood. Let it weaken then … More Pieces III: The Disposable Heart

Shades of Blue

Dress; the perfect shade of blue, the draping covers some fluff. Eyeliner, actually achieving that wing effect. Heels, coordinating print with an acceptable professional height. Heels off. Fan, where is the fucking fan? Why is it so damn hot? I’m home in my sanctuary, where is my calm? Find fan, sit with head between knees. … More Shades of Blue

Hit Replay

When you have $10 until your next paycheck and you spend it on wine and dog food… Priorities. When you intend to work on your blog this evening but procrastinate by being self-involved and taking the perfect new artistic selfie for said blog… Delusional Dumbass. Add in the perhaps-orphaned baby bunny that may need someone … More Hit Replay