Toxic love is like fighting a war. You want out, eventually, but at what cost to your soul? Popular misconception is – leaving instantly improves one’s life. Wrong. I want to challenge that assumption, because it’s not always true. You can walk away from a destructive situation and suffer terribly because of it. Escaping an […]
‘Man the fuck up!’ I hate that saying. The media, internet and practically every social media platform finds it fashionable today to raise mental health awareness – for men as well as woman. Yet there exists a stigma, still lingering like a bad smell, attached to men openly admitting to having suffered either sexual or […]
Why do men play games and suffer such rapid changes of heart, she asked me in transit. An elderly prattling stranger, upon the coach into town. I’m disgruntled by the inquiry and my demeanor let’s her know as much. Mustering as much civility, as a man under duress can be expected to display, I turned […]
Noise and voices were muffled, conjoined into background static. Reaching reverberating ears, making only partial sense. Conveyed through cloth, not cleanly carried on snow-filled air; tickling a nose-end he could barely feel. New car smell of Tao’s purely cosmetic breath caressing cheeks crusted in dry blood. Equilibrium seesawing, he had an impression of spinning rubber. […]
Jack Morensky is an accomplished cripple, limping away from humanity’s most noble and insidious lie – love There is no prosthetic for the emotional amputee. Unsurprisingly enough, my character’s (lack of) feelings mirror my own…
‘For years I kid myself, that I was a humane sheild, while wearing one. A watchful eye, a dedicated protector of good and decent people. I kid myself, that I was doing God’s work and that Uncle was proud. I’d even actually started to believe it, the horse shit, those lies I told myself – […]
I have an idea about me. It’s emergent, from the muscle in chaos you left me to carry. The soul of a poet, with the pathology of an addict. Alcohol and Cuban smoke infuse me, not merely diseases anymore, but requirements. Compelled to bleed ink because I was born to. I didn’t chose words, they […]
I used the last of my Diesel today. A birthday gift from you, two years ago. When we were happy… I dropped the bottle in the recycling and wept bitter scolding tears, that burned my face in the December cold. A simple task, so painfully hard to do, as if I were somehow throwing one […]
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