Boys & Toys

Boys & Toys

Huddled amongst dirty clothes and the washing machine, I heard the cock of the gun. The rise and fall of my chest was the only movement. The stillness failed to deceive. I’m pelted with bullets. The whirring of the machine gun running even after my assailant has run...
Dreams

Dreams

He awoke with a start as children clambered onto the bed. The fog of sleep lay over his mind. All he could see was her face and her breasts. He hadn’t seen her in more than 20 years, since school, and he certainly had never seen her breasts. It continued to linger on...
Influence This

Influence This

We met at group therapy. Glances and stares across the room. We chose to listen that night, soaking each other in. We exchanged fluids before names. The chemistry calling for something more sacred. This was more than simply mating; this was a bonding ritual signed in...