Fiction & Poetry
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Getting Good Work Ethic
The grids of the data entry software displaying on my monitor become blurry, I look out across the open plan office and my colleagues are moving through a translucent desert haze, I can feel every synthetic fibre of my cheap work trousers rubbing against my skin. It is coming, I am getting good work ethic.
Anti Rain
T minus 0. The rain is falling upward.
Strawberry Ice Cream
I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet.
Exit Survey
Everyone does it these days.
BULLSHIT TECHNICIAN
I’m full of shit. This is a confessional, but you can’t trust anything in it because I am a liar.
Hang Man
There’s a man hanging over me, he follows me around like a balloon tied to my wrist.
Off Into the Night
During the days, it got up to about 70 degrees Fahrenheit there in Helmand Province.
Sneaky Lead Paint Baby
Once upon a time, there was a little baby who lived in a small shack in a big city.
Loathing and Depth / Rotten
I was called to feast from the depths of moldy, plague-smelling,
cramped alleys. I’m the Eater of Sin.
Shield and other poems
our lady of the flash scan: threat vs hassle, react vs ignore
never the police maybe an ambulance or tell someone else that’s it