Sunken Dreams Ch 4 Pt 3

I could see the syrup as it stuck between his teeth and made strings of sticky spit between his lips. He cut an even bigger piece than what he had already hanging out of his mouth and added it to the wad on his tongue. He grabbed his orange juice and added an orange filmy layer into the blender.


Ladder to My Destruction

My nails scrape for an edge—
a lip— a crack to anchor me to, but the walls
are as smooth as Willy Wonka’s bubble room
and I’ve lost all sense of direction.

Sunken Dreams Ch. 3 Pt. 9

This place wasn’t full of sunshine and a dry heat perfect for my morning runs. The air didn’t stick to me in Tuscon like it was here. South Tucson was my home. I lived with my mom; I ate TV meals instead of the traditional family dinners. My home was a single story doublewide on the edge of a trailer park.


I’ve pushed her deep within; hidden behind
organs and bones. I add an extra lull to my laugh,
plaster a smile to my cheeks. She is stuck
with no hope for survival.