Living Behind Grey Scenes

There we sat. He said things and turned to look at me from time to time. Gatherings of hair on his face softened me; the way they guarded his eyes and mouth like a prize. The gathering atop his mouth made his lips seem like a separate entity, calling, pulling to have me place mine... Continue Reading →


He Would Rather Bleed To Death

My friend called me to tell me he was bleeding from his anus. I remember when I first saw a blood stain on a tissue paper I had used to wipe my butt. The bright red stain smeared with the shit on the white tissue signalled to me that this was a very wrong combination.... Continue Reading →

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