My Works
ME MYSELF AND THE BODY
I’ve never driven a pickup before. If someone else survived the blast, I’d get them to drive, but I don’t think anyone did. I’ve walked this far, though, and it’ll be such a relief to get off my feet.
The engine curses at me, and I curse back. I throw a glance to Brick, who’s laying haphazardly across the back seats, staining the leather with blood. I’m not sure I want to know what’s crunching under my wheels as…
Lenses
The camera of my eyes is out of focus,
I can twist and turn the lens but everything keeps going.
Blowing by past my unseeing eyes and behind,
where it sits in the edge of my vision like a predator.
I can see the shapes,
the colors are all fine,
but nothing is sharp…
Medical Gothic 