The pills taste like ash and manipulation as they struggle to slide down my throat. I chase them with diet soda because the filter to the purifier went bad, and I don't particularly care for the metallic taste of tap water. Reality is the largest pill in the bottle, and it hurts to swallow. Choke … Continue reading Bitter Pills
Month: November 2020
Trash Can
I stare at this page for what seems like hours. I try to write about nature, earthen beauty, descriptive imagery and all that other shit. Nothing materializes. Everything is black like the inside of an unlit cave. You know the kind: reeking of moisture and time, wrapped in a shawl of frigid memories. Full of … Continue reading Trash Can
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 