Like My Likes
By: Alicia Berdeguez I started unsure, but I grow more confident with time, back then I had friends but now I know better than all of...
Numbered Souls
By: Alicia Berdeguez I think of people as numbers, they add up to the figures in my bank account and then provide nourishment for my...
Missing Owner
My owner is missing, he's tall, black haired, and well-built, last seen wearing a blue Jersey and carrying large navy flowers, He's an...
Silent Applause
They start in whispers and with gaps for pure thought to seep in the cracks until their singing is wailing an alcoholic shot of pure...
Perfectionism next to her
A green froth bubbles in her cup and I sneak a sip while she files her nails and whispers into her phone, it's gooey and sizzles on my...
Unnamed Deadly Sin #4
I slide from a fetal position to a pillow between the legs in order to stretch just a bit further and hit snooze again and again and...
International Relations
Ignorance is bliss they say as buildings crumble and fall away as the system of government is neglected and abused and centuries of...
The Trash Compactor
Another sweet plucked off of the great pile of unnecessary human pollution supply and fork-lifted into her throat, she sits, almost...
Another Host
Tucked tail and head hung low at raised voices and glasses in the kitchen, sin dripping from warm pots and clenching between my fingers...
Unnamed Deadly Sin #1
Sanctimoniously, I strip my soul bare and unfold the cold desires within my heart especially ones turning hotter with time and caress,...
The Realms
Let me take you away the way is clear, the path unknown but tidy and fleeting, today it's a boat tomorrow a cave but the realms wait for...
Mr. Hide
My other self sits closer than comfort at my side as I stroll down streets in my mind and try to outrun Mr. Hide, At lunch for one, yet...
Sleeping Places
There are some recurring dreams that seem to be real places where I slip into subconsciousness and act and feel as if awake Sometimes...
The Key to Friendship
The key to friendship is worn, a dark heavy key that sit in the Hotel of Bees atop a hill in southern France, there are many keys that...
The Progression of Fairy Tales and Other Lessons on Morality
Once upon a broomstick, really, I mean, a long long time ago in a Galaxy, No, wait, I meant to say, Once Upon a Midnight, or perhaps a...
