SpeakOutNow

Even now, could you ever finish your meal? Do you still lift your fork slightly too high before having it descend into your mouth? How much does it weigh? Has gravity been working over time? Why can’t I find the strength to lift my utensils higher than my hips? Why does this spaghetti taste sour today? Did I leave the sauce out in the open for too long? Do you think that eating past midnight will show my stomach? Do you think anyone would care if it showed in my stomach? Whoever would have thought we would have ended up here? Is it true that your love for Greek mythology has dwindled since we last spoke? Do you remember our school teac

No one would flinch if I jumped off this cliff I heard that's how Rob died in the first act. I couldn't get a job at BestBuy, instead I'll write his suicide note for loose change. Nietzsche got replaced with iPad app games. But I rather not picture how I'll pass. That's why I worship Squidbillies reruns (whatever else will kill off my brain cells?). The outside world is ours for the taking, to chant overused rhetoric -- daily routine for the clan of zombified fools. Take me away from your graveyard, so I could hide myself in bubbles made of silk, and wait for a dead man's fatal phone call.

My eyes never bleed now. I no longer see in color, I walk blindly with one arm out. knocking figures out along the way. Deaf to the screaming. The women who made me have skin that feel like blocks of snow, they no longer move or bother me. At long last, my eyes never bleed now.

I heard my kin in red tortured families in blue. I heard they scratched their enemy's eyes out in return. A friendly gift. I heard God shed a tear; it rained thunder that day. We let our phones blink, synchronized to the rhythms and flow of dollars bills. Hell is down the halls and to both directions, the serpents motions us to come closer, sporting gold teeth and promising wealth. I choose to scoff softly, turn around, towards the exit. A journey I'll never complete. The sun awaits me at the end.