Author: Fatesjoke

She left her hair tie on top of the bar and it looked so sad all alone on that dirty surface. So out of place, with its brown skin against polished green wood. It must be an alcoholic, that hair tie, because it was halfway through the puddle of beer someone left. I guess I …

Dear lover, You know I have never been good at saying my mind when we have been face to face, so I thought I would write you this little bit of prose to tell you what you have meant to me. I hope that these words find you well, that enough time has passed and …

I miss the days where candy was my goal, when the novelty of red colored sugar inside of a painted blue candy shell held my fascination, the days where I would steal money just to go to the store to buy boxes of Lemonheads and Boston Baked Beans. I used to think the natives of …

I set out that tired Friday night to drink my share of wine so that I might silence the sorrows and suffering of my mind. Dreams of empty bottles haunted me as my red tinged sweat connected the blood stains on my bare mattress. I saw the face of Christ in the overlapping remnant of …

Next to the beautiful butterfly larva you never stood a chance you never had a hope of shining in the spotlight of adolescence, you must have opted instead to go in the opposite direction to make your form remind the eye of a demon from hell, oh, ladybug larva. Hideous form, conjuring images of torture …

Ea Atargatis Tell her that the king lives, and be spared her wrath. Feel her embrace, as she pulls you beneath the waves. Taste her lips, trace hips with fingers. Get lost in her touch, weightless body dragging you under. The last sight you see, green hair drifting on currents as the light fades.

She was an unexpected pleasure, even if the time was borrowed and the clock fast ticking, that he had never hoped to experience. They were pieces of a puzzle locking nicely into place, only the picture they made didn’t match the one on either box. Fingers touching as hands pass cigarettes back and forth; lingering …

Do you remember when the asphalt veins of LA were newly paved? The city’s lifeblood first flowing through them. I remember falling in love with a girl that let me put the tip of my tongue against her eye. She taught me that physical contact did not mean love. I had a dream where I …

I saw her the other day, wearing the sunglasses I made for her back when we were just friends. She was with him, and I felt sad for all three of us. That this is where we were in relation to each other; her driving him to work, him believing that his fate is different, …

Fickle gods, allowing us to fail ourselves so that we may serve their ends. Cephissus had drawn to him, a mermaid (a beautiful woman of the water) from the depths of the sea to the mouth of a river (the limit of his domain) and made a gift of her to his son, Narcissus (a …