They live in a small house just like every other small house on their narrow street that looked like every other narrow street on the southern outskirts of San Pedro. High walls and iron bars protect these houses. Not like there is any thing precious in house number 97, anyway. No TV, no fancy computer, not even inherited china from a grandmother. And even if they had a brand new stereo – like Ester down the street who played American music loud enough for the whole world to hear that her husband made enough money to buy electronics – even if, couldn’t some mischievous boys jump over the bars and get into the house if they tried? The walls and the bars are useless. If you want to keep something safe in San Pedro, you carry it with you at all times. Continue reading
In my Birth Certificate they never mentioned what it takes,
To get an interview for a job of misery and higher stakes.
Oh, speaking of stakes; it’s so nice to meet you,
Streets preach and teach each tear on cheeks but please, please forget these lines, let’s start anew… Continue reading
I follow the night into day
Hoping the sun lights my way
Entrusting its warming rays
With my dreams Continue reading
She smiles at the man sitting across from her at the café.
Oh, what a beautiful man, she thinks.
Hunting down her next prey gives an exuberant feeling,
She examines him, to see if he fits the code. Continue reading
I write this letter to you before you breathe existence. I write for fear of losing these thoughts, these thoughts that are strong and fresh in my mind, before they grow numb and die. Continue reading
Childbirth is beautiful, they said.
I clicked the little play button and sat back.
There she was, squatting, legs wide apart seemingly straddling her nine month old baby bump. Her pussy was bloated, bright pink all over, color clearly visible behind her light pubes. My jaw dropped and I froze. Continue reading
Breaths of sweet phantasmagoria,
I sip on your exhalations with these insatiable lips
I digest your hallucinations through a monstrous peristalsis Continue reading
The first screams of life echo throughout the earth. The fear of these new surroundings takes its toll and we always fear the unknown. But we quickly adapted, moved on from that moment of ultimate terror. Continue reading
All my life there was only one thing I ever really wanted from my mother. I wanted her to sit me down and tell me how sorry she was for bringing me into this world. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to someone that’s worse than giving them life. What a horrible thing to do, taking a soul out of the peace of nonexistence and pushing them into misery, the both of you kicking and screaming all the while. For what? Survival of species and family lines. Social and emotional validation. Giving birth should be a crime.
Red: too loud. Blue: too mellow. Green: too environmental. Yellow: too cheerful. Pink: too girly. Purple: just a darker shade of pink. Black: too glum. Giraffe: too exotic. Cat: too furry. Monkey: scary in the dark. Scooby Doo: too old school. Mummy: likely to trigger nightmares. Batman: too – Continue reading
I remember our first firsts
And that day you said “I can’t love you” as easily as you said hello.
And I echoed that love was just another way teenagers labeled the bulges in their trousers and the spilled secrets under their t-shirts Continue reading