Nighttime Afflictions

Cold sweat pricks the hot skin on my neck as I wake up to the nightmare of you not existing anymore, of you ending it all with a rope, of you ending it with the scarlett of your blood flowing through the water of your overflowing bucket, and a bruise impossible to stitch up. No … Continue reading Nighttime Afflictions

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Beat Dreams

I wish you came in a chopper And smoked illegal drugs Worshipping Kerouac and Ginsberg Cassidy and Borroughs I wish you were a Dharma Bum And wore beaded bracelets Living in a mini van With no cares about a tomorrow I wish you walked around half naked Because clothes bind you down Living in your … Continue reading Beat Dreams