goal

to write about all of my demons so then i can rid them from my being, and thus, not permit them to haunt me. and to MOVE ON. and renew myself.


here it is thus far

Youth and Folly

I’ve carried around this razor with me for God only knows how long. Like guilt, I’ve never been in the appropriate state of mind to toss it into the trash bin. I unabashedly still shaved my legs, underarms and arms with it. Fortunately, it still did the trick.

It was the color of the dark side of the moon on a somber, moonlit night. The jagged metal protruded from the intertwinement with the plastic body. It was rusted, tarnished, and copper; the color of a brackish stream slithering its way through the dewy, damp Earth.

I knew I was long overdue to cast it away like a particularly tormenting nightmare, but for whatever reason, I had a sentimental attachment to the little piece of meaningless shit. However, it’s not as if I had a term of endearment that I pegged it with. 

Where my widow’s peak should have carved into a triangle-shaped soul patch is where the stiff, pale plastic penetrated the forefront of my skull. The heaving inside of me threw me into a hysterical, coughing fit; my tongue instantly flopping out of my mouth like an overheated puppy scalding on a windless, summer’s eve.

The pressure of the scorching liquid pierced my neck. I sat there until my appendages transitioned into prunes so I could extract some amount of hope from the core of my being. I had longed all week to scratch up some like extraneous dough from a batch of rapidly consumed cookies.