monochromatic & homicidal

she said, "i think you'd be happier if you didn't dress in black all the time..."
& then after a pause, she added, "i think you should wear turquoise..."
"you make me want to make nooses out of fucking rainbows," i replied...

like fucking prayer

when i was 4 years old my uncle gave me an old phone
i used to keep it next to my bed
late at night, i'd unhook the heavy, black receiver from its cradle
& pretend i was calling someone from beneath my blankets
i'd urgently speak into the dead mouthpiece
pleading to be rescued from beneath the terrible roof
where the rage in the other rooms always grew
to unprecedented heights
but all i ever got was a cold, blankness in my ear
all too much like fucking prayer

THERE'S A FIST DUNKED IN BLOOD BEATING IN MY CHEST by Rob Plath

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