Loaded Gun

I killed him aimed a gun to his head and cocked it fingers steady on the trigger all he did was stand there, so still eyes aloof as if in a crazed dementia ready to take it like a man he wanted to be set free I'm already dead anyway, he said you wrecked me... Continue Reading →


Agency Girls

Working in an advertising agency is an experience that I was never really prepared for. Neither did I ever know nor picture myself being a part of that world. My naivetĂ© and I were anything but ready for the whirlwind of experience that would mark the commencement of my professional life at twenty two years... Continue Reading →

Good riddance

a spell is cast with a telling brash brush-off 'It's over' and head turned with whiplash quickness a devilish cold shutdown - no questions asked perhaps a theatrical 'its not me its you' would be better? still rejection is one helluva reality check like cold metal that clamps on the heart the sting of tearing... Continue Reading →

Silver and Gold

A raw shimmer spread through her never paying mind to the thronging crowd amassing they would just have to wait light sensations washed over her she had deemed long forgotten when she'd been damn near dead inside like a brick of wood, grim and brimstone parched and wilted, broke and brute time had finally pitied... Continue Reading →

Preparations and reparations

It was Friday and Gina was ecstatic that the week was coming to an end. Plus for once she didn't have to report to work on Saturday. Her ancestors must have been smiling some good luck down at her and it was about damn time that they did. She had experienced a tiring (usual) week... Continue Reading →

Say it with your chest

and if you could I pray that you do say it as often as they do louder than they do as unapologetic as they are trivial when they do whisper it gasp it moan it spell it; head high eye to eye bad, bold and blunt with some bass in it so the imps feel... Continue Reading →

Tears of a rose

Tears of a rose swallowed in the guise of her coming to her blossoming surrounded  by thorns and the prickling heat The glistening dew, her silent companion hides her tears and offers refuge until the sun is due when all the fly traps come alive and behold the jaws of death

Telling Tales

saint from the heavens sanctimonious she claims unblemished and photo frame ready always takes, never gives stays pressed while claiming blessed telling juicy tales about all of us simpletons to all of us this devilish and entitled ladylike witch appearances are your main concern your set beauty standards that us mere mortals know not of... Continue Reading →

Rationale In Portions

Andrew Shaka, Dru to his circle of friends, swirled the Merlot in his glass for what seemed like the umpteenth time as he laid back on his seat and tried to focus on the thoroughly spirited conversation at hand on his table. Usually he was a natural at these charitable social events. So much so... Continue Reading →

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