While Michael Vick was running for glory, Mel was cowering toward a wall.
Every time the 4-year-old dog meets a stranger, he goes into convulsions. He staggers back into a wall for protection. He lowers his face and tries to hide. New faces are not new friends, but old terrors.
VIA: http://articles.latimes.com/2010/nov/16/sports/la-sp-plaschke-20101117
sightless
Pretty little pen meet my paper gods.
Demons creating,
holes beneath my skin,
clawing deeper, peering within.
i feel the need to fill them with sharpened hollow steel. Flushing out my sins the almighty inky fluid scraped from the tongue of god. It fills me completely for a time. For a price my body no longer matters, my soul escapes and raidiates within all knowing ethers. Whispers fill my ears a demon with sixteen tongues and nineteen fingers with a desire to taste my pain. leads me to my deapest fears. A hand touching my neck a lip pressing against my ear. Im frozen in fear. Pain forms and a fog envelopes my brain. he teaches me everything he thinks i need. A good little girl thats right no tears. A cascade of trembling lips and shaking thighs. Hatefull words and mourning cries. FUCKING BITCH I DESPISE YOU! Breaking glass, he falls away and im bleeding. -Evie
closure
I watched your soul burn, as hatred spread along your loins,and your aspirations wisp away on the smoke from your flesh. you’ll never recognize me.
Hands slithering up my thighs. eyes staring at me through the darkness of demise. a stench of desire washing over me. a fist to my side, your anger aroused.
My hate ignited that night, my strength i derived from thoughts of your anguish. of you feeling my pain. a resolve to watch the life leave your eyes. to cut your tongue from its blasphemous cave.
tonight i’ll watch your heart beat ever slower. your eyes glaze over. tonight i’ll feel my soul escape the confines of your spell.
-EN
