A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Souls
It was Sunday when my friends called me up. Perfect weather, perfect day. Didn't matter to me, depression has no preference in climate. It sounded like they had already been drinking. Almost noon, good start. They've been trying to get me out of the house for months now, and today seemed like the day to battle my demons. Golf they said, how predictable. Not much of a sports guy, or a people person, but whatever let's golf.
They pull up in Roger's '99 Porsche Carrera. I thought he had sold that piece of junk. George gets out of the passenger seat and folds it down for me to get in. "How's it going, cocksucker?", he says, douchey as usual. I don't respond. I get in to find Roger's girl in the backseat, Rachel Feinstein. My heart starts pounding as I slide in next to her. My knee touches hers and I quickly jerk it away. She simply cracks a smile and says, "Hi". I die. I simply can't fa…
The Ghost With No Manners
Laid out on the couch
Waves in the corner of my eye
I turn to find a figure, beaming with multicolored light
Moving across my wall
I guess people don't knock anymore
Floating around like he pays the rent
A loud crash
Turn to a shattered mug on the floor
Really bro? That's rude
I don't go to your dimension and start knocking things down
... or up ... or out ... or whatever directions your dimension has
You listening to me?
I guess people don't say hello anymore
I jump as the bathroom door slams
Jesus! It's 2am. Keep it down
I don't know what to do with this guy
I'm dosing off
I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise
Hearing an eerie whisper in my ear
"Everyone you know will someday die
Then they will be with me, and not with you"
You're a jerk.