Saturday, 31 October 2015

I'm Having Ian Brady's Baby

I thought of all the different ways I could make love to you. With knives, with a gun (if I knew where to get one). With cigarette ends, and with my rapist friends. But none of these ways could truly convey the love I have for you which grows stronger by the day and takes all sense of reason away.

Thursday, 29 October 2015

This Year's Butterfly Collection

2015 was supposed to be perfection, a delicious confection of mutual affection and Carly Rae Jepsen.  Not those cunts winning the election and endless reflecting on the latest rejection. If you could take away all the pain life throws at you with just a simple injection? What could be anyone's objection? I smashed every mirror in the house for my own protection. God, how I hate my reflection.

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Render Me Less Than Perfect, More Than Worthless

I told you a secret and I made you promise to keep it. But I had another secret, secretly I wanted you to free it. For you to tell everyone and everyone to see me. See me for what I truly am - nothing awful, just a fallible human man. And for someone to offer me a sympathetic ear and comfort if they can.

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Stolen

I've trudged under so many different skies. All the people and places I've passed by. Why can't I call any of them mine? Why do they all have to belong to that bastard Time?

Monday, 26 October 2015

We Couldn't Think Of A Name But What Does It Matter Anyway, You All Break Our Hearts And Leave Us Feeling The Same

You put hope in my heart. Hope of a fresh start. But I wasn't very smart. At first, you all play the part. But then you remove your affections and attention from my shopping cart and they're not mine to own. I think to myself, "James, you should have known. You did know!" And I wish I'd kept my feelings wrapped in stone, my mouth sewn up and deleted every trace of you off of my dumbphone.

I Don't Think I'll Ever See The Sunlight Again

I used to wish someone would bring me comfort, but now I've taken the phone off the hook, closed the curtains, boarded up the doors and shunned it. For the warmth of others has come to feel false, nothing more than a self-serving, self-congratulatory waltz.

Friday, 23 October 2015

Rend Until The End

She won't know me when I'm young, she'll only know me when I'm old, when my skin is wrinkled, and my heart is turning cold. She'll never know me at my best, only briefly at my worst. She'll watch me wither and die, she'll watch them put me in a hearse. I guess she'll see me then, for what I truly am - nothing special, just a normal human man.

Fading Behind My Amber Shades

I used to wish you'd bring me flowers, but now I just grow my own. For the love we once shared soured, and my heart has turned to stone.

81

When it's gone I long for it. I can hardly put into words how I pine for it. How it fits me, how it stills me. The sound of it. The smell of it. The all encompassing flow of it. How I sink in, with my head just standing proud, and move around in the sea of it. Just the thought of it. It draws me to it, I feel the pull of it. It drains me and leaves me vacant, restless. Dragging me down like a yoke necklace.

You Don't Want Anyone (Viscid Paradise)

When I first found you I had no inkling that something was missing. All my life, up various walls I'd been meaninglessly pissing, and then you smiled and I was wishing that I was the one that you were kissing. I had no misgivings that I was risking what little I had to get my dick a licking, but I pushed past the fear and listened fast to your heels clicking. Each step you take is like a clock ticking, the palms of my hands like needles pricking, as I follow you and think of sticking.

Mary Krissmus

Snippets. Snippets. All my life is snippets. From here to the grave every bit of it is snippets. Like shards of glass shattered into tidbits. I remember a smattering of fragments, family gatherings that would've been improved by my absence. Specks of every part I wasted, culminating in regrets that I have tasted. But now I'm far too old to remember, and well, it's very nearly my December.

Thursday, 15 October 2015

Finally Caught Up

He's coming now. I can't keep him waiting any longer. I always thought I'd be stronger. I always thought I'd have more time to squander. To sit and ponder. To follow my heart as it restlessly wandered. Until it found a destination where it was willingly conquered. Oh well. Maybe he'll take me to a better place. Where there's nothing to chase except for the empty space above which footsteps trace their own journey back and forth to eternal grace.


Tuesday, 13 October 2015

I Was Making Great Time (Whilst You Were Busy Dying)

When the paramedics pound your chest, blow air down your throat and do their very best, I slipstream in behind the ambulance in which you rest, and rapidly progress, like a man possessed, carving my way through the parking-lot-like-congest. And when I look into the other windows with all their faces pressed, against the glass, in contorted looks of barely repressed detest - I really must profess - that the greatest thing that happened to me all day was your spontaneous cardiac arrest. I wonder sometimes: am I simply blessed?



Friday, 9 October 2015

Five Pence Is More Than Worth The Price Of Suffocation

Have you been waiting for this? I know you've been waiting for this. It's so easy to disappoint you. All I have to do is put my fingers to the keyboard. All I have to do is open my mouth. But when no one else is there for you, that's when you want me still. "Netflix and chill?" Tell me... do I disgust you even more than you disgust yourself? Because no matter how much I hate myself, nothing ever disgusts me as much as the touch of someone else. Love is nothing until death makes it something. "Girl, I can't. Please forgive me. I'm not for this world."


Monday, 5 October 2015

Lattice

I could never smile, or else my dimples would betray the skeleton I had trapped inside.

It snuck in at some point and made itself at home, pushing my eyes into it's sockets and stretching my hair across it's dome. It brought with it teeth, and other surprises, like tiptoes and fingers of varying sizes. I kept my mouth closed so it couldn't come out, so all I could do was grimace or pout. I would say hello through pursed lips or with a nod, I kept it swaddled in my skin like a neat little pod.

Then one day it escaped and left me alone, my whole fleshy mass with nary a bone.  And all that I was, was a soup full of skin, with a sprinkling of hairs but not even a chin. And all I could do, was drip off of chairs, schloop down slopes and tumble down stairs. I could no longer eat, for I could no longer chew, I went hungry and shrunk, there was nothing I could do.

Eventually I pondered, from within my seeping skin sack, whether life was worth living, would my bones ever come back? But I died whilst I waited, and it just goes to show - never rely on anyone, and certainly never let them go.

Friday, 2 October 2015

Jim Carrey Killed Her

I dreamt I was a bee on a sweet Irish flower, but it turned its face from me in the sourest cower. "Why would you turn?" I asked, "why so dour?"

"You just want my body and for less than an hour," it said as it fixed me a chest rending glower.

"Not true," I cried out with conviction and power. "all I want is you - I would never devour the one that I love, but savour your flavour forever thereof!"

She looked back at me with a slight softening lour, she was nearly convinced I wanted more than to plough her. So I peeled back her petals and when I was done, I kicked her in the tits and buzzed off into the setting sun.

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Jesus Christ of Nazareth: Gulp

She was teasing my todger with the tip of her tongue. Her brain was barely there, it was clearly unsprung. I'd left my cares in some jars that I'd just smashed to pieces, and stuffed the slivers and shards into freshly picked peaches. I pushed them down her throat once I knew we were done, so she would never love again nor hurt anyone.

Domes' Favourite Microstories Of Jemz From 2015 Schick Quattro 3


A Little Sing-Song Before I'm Gone

James' Favourite Microstories Of Dom's From 2015 Q3

In alphabetical order...

Bottled Up

Jim Carrey Did it

Quietus

The Infinite Expanse

What Cecil Said As He Was Shot Down

Jim Carrey Did it

I dreamt I was a bee on a sweet Irish flower, but it turned its face from me in the sourest cower. "Why would you turn?" I asked, "why so dour?"

"You just want my body and for less than an hour," it said as it fixed me a chest rending glower.

"Not true," I cried out with conviction and power. "all I want is you - I would never devour the one that I love, but savour your flavour forever thereof!"

She looked back at me with a slight softening lour, she was nearly convinced I wanted more than to plough her. So I peeled back her petals and when I was done, I kicked her in the tits and buzzed off into the setting sun.