Paper thin apartment walls splashed in gasoline screams. Through the window I saw it all.

Sparks fly in heated arguments.

One sided wrestling matches struck.

Stoked flames burned down their every home.

Not a blazing inferno widely beckoned but the unnoticed carbon monoxide tragedy. Through the air that stayed tainted despite my need to cleanse.

I watched from outside their window. Rooted to whe...

The air conditioning’s broken. And none of the windows on the driver’s side work. There’s no radio either but for five hundred bucks the fact that this rust bucket even starts is a miracle— it’s ability to move, a bonus. I’m half surprised it managed to get me this far but that just shows how foreign miracles are. I’m more acquainted with rock bottoms and devils that will trade your soul for all t...

Pitch black. It’s all encompassing and suffocating me. Choking me with the hints of musty upholstery, iron, and mildew. I’d barter what’s left of my soul on a roulette table that when you factor in the rusted metal and convulsing of my lungs in panic, spilled alcohol, and sweat you’d get a recipe for disaster. It’s so tangible I can taste it. I’m pissed I didn’t see this coming. I’d become too c...