FUNERAL SONG
Conquered, reaped, made barren.
Author: Jane DIESEL
a human-shaped manifestation of ill will and the power of DIESEL.
THE LATE
My hands were stained gray. I clapped them together, brushing him from me.
THE PROCLAMATION OF THE PIT
We will all join into the stew of life.
THE TIME I DROWNED IN A LAND-LOCKED STATE
i was tired of fighting
COCHONNERIE
un truc plus dans mon sac en papier.
CONQUEST
LO! WAS THE GALA NIGHT
COMMUNICATION
She was always underwhelmed by me.
COMPROMISE
I grab my own wrist reflexively. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m stupid, but fine. Everything will be okay.
CONSUMPTION
i salivate, a dog waiting for rage to ring again.
PLAGUE OF DAYS
This is the passing of time. Not in seconds but between extremes.
