Skive

a silver twist
slash across
the wrist

weeping blood
curled fist
lacerate flesh

abandon to
 mist.

Pipeline

So here's a teaser from the story that I'm currently writing:

Pipeline

The valuim crunched underneath the weight of the clear, plastic CD case. A TD Banknorth debit card slid the crude piles of powder to two opposite sides. Next, it divided the first into four separate lines. They were glorious. A tightly rolled dollar bill served as the pipeline into the nostril. One line down, then the second. The cd case was passed into twin hands as the third and the fourth line were sucked into the pipeline.

Laughter filled the car as shaking hands battled to straighten the next round. This time the lines were split in two, thicker, stronger. Stray flecks hovered the air as white powder first met green paper, than the smooth insides of peach flesh.

Mucus powders began their acid slide down the back of raw, hungry throats.

strain

a line of vic
a line of val
a line of yayo
equanimites the heat
of rock n' roll.

cartoon faces
blurring lines
i smash the mirror
for the last fucking time.