my stupid heart

You smile and we arise, we crash, and I die thousand deaths again and again.

Monsters pray on monsters.

yakuza

Those missing fingers are not holding him back from pulling the trigger, nor has the demon on his chest stopped laughing.

writer

He wrote a crime novel, but failed to notice, that she was acting it out diligently.

phone calls

My wife keeps calling me every day, thought I don’t know how she managed to be buried with her phone.

bite you

I’ve been telling my ridiculously superstitious cleaning lady, that wearing garlic necklaces and crucifixes never stopped me from eating, when I was hungry.

lunar lights

The brightness of the exploding rescue shuttle outshines the red gleaming oxygen display on my arm, outshines the light of the dawning earth.

empty bowl in the kennel

Our Rottweilers never complain about my french cooking, not like my sorely missed husband and his skinny lover.