Of Undressed Nights and Cigarettes

As a man you don’t get to live His right hairy leg, his left beneath it, dangles on the edge of the bed. Over his shoulder, he looks at her. Her eyes closed but not fully closed, she is asleep. He stares at her—her short kinky hair now freed from the blonde wig; her dry…

Talk | 4

“Here, use this,” The man takes me out of my reverie. I look at him, his eyes are on the (his) so white handkerchief which he wants me to have. “No…no. I’m fine.” I quickly wipe my tear with my thumb and assume my previous position; looking outside the window. Did he just try to…

Stay | 3

“You look tired,” she says behind my back. I’m looking outside the window, hands in my sweat pants pockets. The night is still, star bright and cold. I take a deep breath and turn my head to the side, “Glad you see that. What else do you see?” Was that rude? I’m broken. She is…

Mine | 2

Since you left, this week, I’ve not been able to come in here, I know you know but I just want to tell you. I have no one else to tell, to speak to. People are taaalking to me, they really are however each time they do my subconscious kicks in, “You’ve heard that before”….

2037 | 1

Hold on…hold on, what just happened? No…no-no this can’t be happening. Shhh..Shit..Shit. Is this for real? Wow! Woooow! That was faaast! Fuck, it feels different. Of course it has to feel different. I am not human… anymore. Do I want to say this? I’m I ready? Breathe. Breathe. Brea… You are so out of this…

Of death…

… and finally here I am; it scares me that this is the first time the word ‘final’ has lived up to its meaning. This is it, no turning back. Everything in here is at its extreme: very cold, very quiet and very lonely. Are these white walls supposed to bring peace to the souls…