~||Pills and Potions||~

Half a pill for a headache A shot glass of scotch to help me forget Just lit a cigarette Everything's going up in smoke. Slowly running out of time The bottle's nearing its end A migraine now begins to run its course Smile, wave and pretend. At my dinner table, dressed in nothing but my …

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~||Deaf||~

Inkless paper, mind full of thoughts, writing without saying what needs to be said. Anxiety mixed with a whole lot of noise… …my recipe for an early trip to bed. Every time the music stops, reality sets in but then the song repeats again. Problematic, problematic, I’m what’s problematic. Conquering this life is but a …

~||That night, the night||~

I felt every painful emotion in its rawest form that night, the night you abandoned me. And so, to drown my feelings of betrayal, no thanks to you, I carved on my right leg, lines; each representing different stages of my misery. The ice cubes I used to numb my flesh now stinging with red …

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Part 1 Darcy, with a glass of gin clasped between her hands as her elbows grated against the smooth surface of the bar counter, stared at nothing in particular as the events of just two hours ago, replayed itself before her, twinkled in her eyes, screamed in her ears, nibbled at her thoughts – everywhere. …