poems, thoughts

Every Weekend We Hitchhike To Hell

It's been two months since I heard your voice. I can't say I miss it. Your words made bullet holes that shattered my glass bones. What's that Paramore lyric? "And I don't pick up when you call 'cause your voice is a gun"  I can't say I miss my mosaic of a heart. It felt… Continue reading Every Weekend We Hitchhike To Hell

thoughts

The Old Amelia can’t come to the phone right now. Why?

Oh, because she's dead. It's been a long month. I keep pulling "Journey" from my Wildwood deck which is the card that correlates with Death in the Ryder-Waite decks. I've never been afraid of death. Blame it on my religious upbringing where if I was good then I got to live forever. With parents who… Continue reading The Old Amelia can’t come to the phone right now. Why?