Obedience sold at market price*

By: Andi V.D. Berge She’ll be lovely and quiet pink and delicate like an oyster drooling on the floor lipstick in place. Insert through eye and strike the chisel A mere tap with the hammer and she’ll petrify to breath-taking stone and you’ll restore peace at home. Never mind the detachment, you like your coffeeContinue reading “Obedience sold at market price*”

I Don’t Need Nicotine Patches, I Smoke Cigarettes

By: Andi V.D. Berge Images of a Swamp Willow weigh me down Statue my presence, petrify my face Perhaps the monster’s toothed margin its scattered warts on its alabaster belly spare my fear a touch. For its tentacles that root it still, terrorize me the most. The hush is almost tranquil, noiselessness serves a calmContinue reading “I Don’t Need Nicotine Patches, I Smoke Cigarettes”