Tequila Reflection

The sweet sour stench of tequila leaked from his mouth as he sighed. He looked at the carcass of a lime he had just ripped the flesh from with his teeth. It made him think about the life the lime had lived. From the tree, to become victim to his knife and devoured to smooth…

Seeking Relief

Coffee fuels my pen. Whiskey fuels my knife. Will there ever be an end to this fucking thing called life? My pen fuels my heart. My knife fuels my thirst. Will the blood from an unnatural art make me forever cursed? My heart fuels my pain. My thirst fuels my mind. Will I ever just…