Another Night

Dark circles mark another night without rest. Another night with dreams too lucid and nightmares too obscene. Another night with a mind restless and writhing in every position. Another night with blankets in a choke-hold until light overcomes the curtains. Another night gone... And marked solely without rest.

The Takedown

I look back and remember how carefully and delicately I placed all these photographs in these cheap Tjmaxx frames... Three pristine prints in complete symmetry. The glass free of hairs... stubborn dust... and my fingerprint smears... Hanging in unison perfectly. But now... Now I can't even look at them long enough to take them apart.


My naviety? My naivety was drowned throughout the years by alcohol induced decisions and ignored inhibitions. My innocence was saturated by late nights with the wrong people and situations that soon became unspeakable. And as for my purity? That's easy... I just wasn't born with that.