Journal

1/2/03
forced thoughts and religion crowd
the fragile eggshell mind of
a child, pushing and breaking
the gentle thoughts of freedom

3/2/03
the Killer pulled the bong from the cold,
dead hands of the Victim; taking a
pull, he throws his head back and gazes
into infinity’s dark secrets

11/2/03
YOU ARE ALL TERMINALLY ILL!!

17/2/03
bondage dreams
severing, lying in the
infinite maze,
leather shining in the oubliette.
don’t forget me when you’re
in the death zone,
don’t forget me when the
whip breaks your skin.

1/3/03
something like indifference
is in my breath today—
the trees were redheaded today,
red like carrion,
sky the color of a longdead hand
until some gold medallion of a sun appeared
and melted on my windowsill


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(10th grade. journal entries from creative writing that caught my eye)