Pikes Peak Community College
i am a slow burn with explosions mixed inbarbed wire tongue, sharpened claws i will hurt youand in the meantime kill myselfwatch me burn every bridgeand rip them down stone by stone while i screamtongue slicing open mouthbricks digging into fleshcold razors …
The gods of old are dead. The ancient pantheons have fallen.I looked toward the sky and wondered why I had to be born in this time.I wondered why I was cursed to a mortal life with mortal limitations.Why could I …
No. I do not simply like coffee.Coffee is my life, period.Saturday is for getting coffee with the posse.Caffeine, I swear is like a steroid.Coffee is necessary for every day.Without, I am simply a zombie.But with it in my blood I …
Are plaguing the life that I had plannedCold Toes, Past WoesAre tearing the joy from my proseLong Nights, Wrong fightsAre keeping me from the fight that is rightDark Eyes, Tied HandsWhy can’t I understand?Can you look into my eyes and …
“I’ll be back in, like, two minutes.” “That’s not even remotely true. The station is five minutes away.” Noel groans, tossing her hair back. “Okay, I’ll be back long before you or anyone else wakes up.” Ava’s eyes narrow. “I’m …
Thomas rounded the corner, dodging the on-comers like traffic cones on a test track. He had to tell Lydia what he’d found. She was the only one who could pull the plug on this nightmare. A left, then a right. …
Hanging from the ceiling, I see a pot of old dirt with a big fat plant sitting on top of it. Not rooted however, for this “plant” is just a fake one. Collecting dust in my room and not sunlight. …
The sun rises cold and unfeeling. Bare limbs of steel reach into the sky, with claw-like fingers and nowhere to rest, shedding their leaves into the hard packed earth. Two bare feet still try their luck, venturing out on decaying …
Every night, we sit at the table, hard and unmoving between us.Every night, we quietly eat our dinner, you scroll through your phone, uninterested.Every night, I ask about your day. I sit at attention, praying for more.Every night, you say, “It was fine.”Every …
Pressure building as dead roots rise, pushing through the ground. Flashbacks of vulnerability when I couldn’t hear a sound. Seen as fruits but are ash from all the loved ones deceased. Left unguarded the roots entwine the legs of those diseased. Heart is pounding …