I Have A Job
My entire body is bloating like a dead vermin on the side of the road. It’s filled with liquor and puss that’s starting to seep through all my pores. My bones ache and crack and all I can do at the end of each day is crawl into bed and sweat. I toss and turn until I can’t stop shivering and my sheets are soaked. My hair falls out in handfuls. My shower drain backs up to my ankles. With the teeth I...
I Need to Go to the Dentist
I can feel myself rotting everyday. I systematically work at my teeth and file them into grotesque busts while cavities labor sleepless nights tunneling their way to my nerves. Deep inside my molars, a stiff canary is cause for a celebratory round before forging deeper. One day, these bones will splinter and cascade out of my face all at once. Just the moment I’m not careful and give someone an...