January 2008
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bang bang
She wanted to hear the chk chk just one more time before she swallowed all of those pills. The cold clang of TC’s cheap AK-47 knock off got her juices flowing. She could die ready for the many lovers waiting on the other side. Chk chk, and then bang me.
laughing
She bought the bottle of gold colored dye, and drenched her hair in fairy dust. Its curls bounced with her step. The sun glinted through the strands unnaturally. She had painted her cheeks lolita pink.
deep red bells
i’m just listening. staring at the words.
he dug a hole
The white shoes had been covered over with red sand. Even if you rubbed them now, the red would stay on the shoes. He tapped each foot on the porch, knoching off the dirt, and walked inside. He had been out, digging the hole for Lisa.
“…but Heaven knows I’m miserable now.”
– The Smiths
The Smiths—Heaven Knows I’m Miserable...
there was a gun
Chk chk. Bang. Ray moved to load another. My mother, Lisa, giggled at the loud sound. It was so loud. Chk chk.
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Elliott Smith—Between the Bars
there was a gun
“knock out your teeth,” she spat. “what?” “knock out your own teeth.”
there was a gun
Mother had been crazy for awhile. She was living with Ray, a big-gut beer can. He drove a the newest Ford truck and lived in a house with broken windows. Mother followed him around, lost weight for his appetite, bought low-cut tops with angels and hoola girls on the front. Before, she wore her hair in a bun. She raised chickens and chihuahuas. She bought an antique iron that caught a little piece...