The-Sin-Within

I. Her husband rolls in like a lazy storm, spreading lightning piss all over the den's musty shag carpet. Out of thin air, an apparition with sunken shoulders and decrepit hands appears to clean up  his drunken vomit. Clouded eyes look down on her and she narrowly avoids the hail storm a thrown dinner plate creates. Suddenly seized in the flood, her swollen sandbag lips reveal a storm shelter when forced apart. He falls asleep inside. II. His mother toasted at Thanksgiving dinner: "To the Ass Pirate who let the masculinity of the men in the family die out from the moment he was conceived!" Clinking glass laughter made it a

My father, the wisest man I know told me through the phone: "If you're not going to become a doctor you might as well drop out now." I realized there was little hope for me unless I switched my major to biology.

Droplets beat down, unleashing tension She had been bottling up. Deafening frustration drums aloud, sounding new reign for those beneath. Searing light tears through sky and She cracks dry, earthy skin. Heavy, watery air weighs Her subjects down; dirt thirst is nourished and green grows plump. She throws off gold trinkets, amber flood syrups drench the area in a lingering sepia tone. Suddenly still, she sleeps— smoky clouds drowsily wisp away, and the first star appears.

I never thought of myself as a jealous person. I didn't covet other's possessions, I wouldn't wish to be someone else. Now I've realized that the most intense avarice rears its emerald-jeweled head on the field of love. It's charging like a bull, slamming into my swollen heart as I myself taunt it by waving this bleeding thing around. Just thinking of you being with other girls sets my heart ablaze. Selfish as it is, I want to be the only girl you see. If only the others could be obscured blurs... I feel the monster grating at my back. I walk this place haunted and blinded. Instead of taking in the blue sky and ocean air, all I f

I had such high hopes, but each and every day we are wasting away.