rockerhodes
Bertha pushed open the thin plywood door. It wasn't the door that came with the '57 vehicle. Most of the things were replaced and flimsy. But it was still her trailer. Her home.
What are we after we leave our youth? Those days laughing, crying, the sun in your hair. Our greatest fears and our greatest victories? When we can't ever go back, give up, go away.
It's my policy. You knew that from the start. Sure we're DATING, but there is no kissing, groping, touching, feeling, laughing, music, romantic dinners, smiling or talking to your other friends, male or female. You belong to me now, and you will love me whether you like it or not.
Bees swirl, circle, peak, dip, and peak again.
round and round,
their buzzing drives them in circles,
the maddening sound,
the siren of the honey troops.
Chocolate is ecstasy for kindergartners. Chocolate is acceptance for the broken hearted. No matter what you've done or how many punches you've taken to the face, chocolate will be there to ease your pain.
intoxicating joy. Swirling around your head. Following you. Making you dizzy. You want to breath in more, but it stings your nose.
He sits
In his chair
Atop the world
And smiles an evil smile
rotting teeth
because he knows
he has control
Who will save us?