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 […]
That God-damned pimp piano player kept tinkling on, regardless of his skull-crushing headache and even nastier mid-afternoon mood swing. Grey smoke curled from a maw twisted in half-snarl, between Alex and the bartender. The latter was adjusting his extravagant gold arm rings; holding the upturned sleeves of his off-white calico shirt, beneath a beer-stained apron. […]
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. […]
I was lonely and miserable With you So, it made eventual sense To be Miserable By myself Sat in the dark, Netflix, my evening companion With a noticeable absense of ‘chill’ But at least I don’t have to cope With your silent disappointment Or disdain any longer Being dragged through cold waters On your stagnating […]
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 – […]
Across the void behind closed lids drowning in snakes, my memories hid. Once my arms did hiss and writhe hungering for one more whatever before I died Fractured to dust with silent screams in darkness swallowed or so it seemed…
I kid myself I can still feel you. Fingers hovering over the send key, only to tap delete and toss the device away. Alone together in separate darks. Like the small white sharks we have become – sniffing grief from a million miles away. Dead things who nevertheless bleed. Fresh blood, in the salted ocean […]
Blackwater Ink 