Monday, January 18, 2010

cul de sac

i know this can only end badly. i can only end up broken and bruised. my deceitful (hateful) heart is leading me down this cul de sac. there is no turning back.

i hear daddy downstairs practicing the sitar. distant sirens wailing down sunset. i have my own emergency.

monica's eyes shift from chocolate to pitch black swiftly.  monica has a child who destroyed her life, much in the same way as i destroyed my mother's.

Monica with the violent velvet tongue.

the throbbing we do.

I can't see you anymore. she said. And I shattered.

As your therapist I mean.

I could hear this shopaholic wife with sad eyes and dry skin cough on the other side of the door.

I still straddled her.

photos borrowed from bruno dayan and


  1. yes. It will end badly. End it now or you'll regret it.

  2. Your words are magnetic. Powerful piece. A dead end road we should all learn to embrace if we don't plan on getting the hell out.

  3. I really like the pictures, and very powerful words indeed. Thank you for checking out my blog!


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