• biscuitmensch commented on the post, odds 7 years, 8 months ago

    the steaks are too high, was the punchline. but there’s no meat on that joke.

  • the way she used to wear her hair: ridiculously outmoded, by decades, but she liked to look strange. she lived off people’s sideways glances at bus-stops and bakeries. she wore her hair up for the same reason she wore red boots, and honestly, for the same reason she wore me.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, bellow 7 years, 9 months ago

    deep and thoaty, the voice of a bull from the mouth of a man, he shouted. we shook.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, oil 7 years, 9 months ago

    fish oil, that’s the smell i remember. a broken food supplement pill on the formica kitchen side, oozing slowly toward the ceramic hob.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, bridge 7 years, 9 months ago

    spanning the chasm, a single iron girder, bolted at each end but rusting, and worn thin.

  • you are my silent n. you got me every time. snuck into words i was trying to whisper in other peoples ears.

  • a combination lock, chalk marks on the side of the safe, but liquid nitrogen’s the shortcut. I just do this for the challenge. lists of numbers, a stethascope, this is what i live for.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, still 7 years, 11 months ago

    he hasn’t moved yet. he hasn’t spoken in a week. an echo of a smile, in his eyes, fixed.

  • an intuitive, automatic reaction, like the jerk of a knee under the hammer, i fight back. i didn’t see the knife until too late.

  • your new ideas aren’t new. not even here, not even for you. you heard them, once, before, and half-remembered and remade them. i know they are not new, because they are mine.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, dull 8 years ago

    it glowed, dully, on the laboratory floor. now, usually i would admit that dully glowing objects on laboratory floors are not entirely the safest objects to pick up with your bare hands, but that’s what i did. more fool me.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, conviction 8 years ago

    it slid down my throat, chilled, and sharp, like a cocktail on ice. i never wanted to be that right. but he was. he was. and is. and will be, because i have no way to stop him.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, deer 8 years, 2 months ago

    warning triangle, edged in red, battered and rusted round the edges. this is the point on the drive where i always start to worry. worry about what you might say, do, or think when i arrive, yet again, wearing my hair up and looking miserable.

  • there aren’t any,

    i looked in the jar marked “for questions”

    there was a shiny penny and some licourice.

    i don’t think that’s it.

    somehow.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, amuse 8 years, 2 months ago

    something you rarely do, with your lips set like that, like cold stone. i think i saw you laugh once, but it chilled me and i really would rather you never tried again. at least sat like that cold and unmoving i can pretend you are dead, or art, or something. don’t speak to me.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, band 8 years, 2 months ago

    a band of red around the notebook where I write everything about you. your habits, your meals, your denials and your creeping around hurting everyone like that. the red is for blood, just to remind me what you do. and when you finally get around to killing me, I will leave you the notebook for […]

  • thor, sitting in the clouds, tapped his foot to the tempest. flash, bang, tap. he drummed his fingers on the cumulonimbus and whistled.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, straw 8 years, 3 months ago

    the colour of your hair. or in memory. i told myself it was darker, but the image sticks. you, with hair like my sister’s not yours, smiling. beckoning me on. and how was i to know you were beckoning me to the traps of memory?

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, maroon 8 years, 3 months ago

    to leave. to cease and desist. to betray, by inaction, your duty. and to add guilt to the pantheon of feelings you will feel when you look me in the eye every morning.

  • biscuitmensch commented on the post, crush 8 years, 3 months ago

    like oranges, fresh from the grove and squeezed into a cup for breakfast. that’s how i feel now.