A Sort of Baptism

I grew up with women, a whole gaggle of them if you asked me back then because it felt that way. From the moment I emerged from the womb I was surrounded by enough estrogen to choke a horse (imagine that), so I’m no stranger to emotion, to such honest emotion that I’ve been comfortable … Continue reading A Sort of Baptism

Black Ice

Black ice Dark as night Thick like tar Consume my soul Rend me apart Fill me whole Then disappear Leaving scars Red and angry Blazing hot Like salty tears Rolling silently Into oblivion This obsidian Flowing like waves Leading away From innocence My ravaged spirit Left to decay Then trapped in ice So I can’t … Continue reading Black Ice

The Quiet Ones

The serial killer’s neighbors always say, “he seemed like such a quiet guy.” Yeah, he was quiet because he didn’t want anyone noticing that he was taking bodies back to his house in the dead of night and burying them in the backyard. The neighbors never say he was a disturbance, that he ever made … Continue reading The Quiet Ones