At home, we sit with our hair clipped up, feet on the couch. Our laptops are open and we’re studying—but really, we’re watching “She Killed Her Stepdad After Finding 100s of Her Nude Photos on His Laptop — The Jade Janks Story” as a bag of popcorn and chocolate syrup stare at us from the table.
Alpha Male comments You gain nothing by killing someone. You gain something by exposing that person and having that person live with it for the rest of his life.
I throw a piece of popcorn into my mouth.
Sandra Lewis comments This wasn't murder. This was just taking out the trash. I'm sorry that she got caught.
Buttered chocolate melts on contact.
HAPPYGOLUCKY comments NEVER, EVER LET ANYONE TAKE NUDE OR INTIMATE PHOTOS OF YOU LADIES. THEY’RE IS A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE.
I chew, then swallow.
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Social suicide & rebirth
Committed twice a year
A different recipient
Stands enamored at the receiving end
After seeing red drip out
And onto a bed of ice
A kiss with a fist
In this room where the walls are wet, our clothes torn off upon running in.
They told us to run, and so we did.
Ivied stalagmites drip in unison
with the shutter of the camera
Behind a two-way mirror
I’m looking at me and so are you
With the draft, a shudder
Then a shutter.
We were unprepared
When they told us to run
Under broken twigs
The ground squelched under bare feet
You thought we were inside
But the walls were wet
The rain dripped
But the sound of something
Thicker than water
Bleeding and beading
On the already wet ground
Ungodly and organic,
Pulsated again and again
We felt salt
and skin
and water
Through the corridor
With wind wailing
They tore our clothes off
and played music
To lull us to sleep
As the sound of the camera
Clicking, blended into the rain.
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The way you’re able to articulate my thoughts into words perfectly. Incredible. 🧠=💥
I love your mind