• pulchritude commented on the post, prayer 5 years, 6 months ago

    you told me, that day
    when the sky cracked like an egg
    on the hot black sky
    that I’d be in your prayers.

    how do I tell you
    that I’d much rather be
    between those clasped hands
    or on those fluttering lips?

    how do I tell you
    that I’d much rather be
    knelt between your quivering pale
    sunday school thighs?

    how do I tell you
    that…[Read more]

  • pulchritude commented on the post, church 5 years, 6 months ago

    He pressed his lips to the cool tile, hands flat on the dirt of patrons past. It was dark, dark as the woods in the dead of winter where he’d hack at black ice to melt for water. Pa couldn’t do that anymore, not since last winter, but that was alright.

    The organ wheezed, dusty breaths slapping bare pine beams. The church wasn’t much to look at…[Read more]

  • pulchritude commented on the post, church 5 years, 6 months ago

    Looming oak and tapered glass
    rise above endless rows of
    silence on silence.
    Arms crossed and hands clasped,
    in hopes that one day,
    something will fill them.

  • Stomping angry rubber feet, the girl scowled from beneath cotton floss bangs. “I don’t wanna,” she mumbled, words catching in the holes where teeth used to grow as she turned her narrow back to the dinner table. Long lean light lounged along the worn wood of a dinner table, set with three place-mats, two plates, and one person.

    “Why not?”…[Read more]

  • pulchritude commented on the post, values 5 years, 7 months ago

    Today is the day I become a man– high hoped and gleaming with shiny newness that comes with thinking you know what’s best in the world, what’s right. A sense of entitlement that wreathes your crown– you are the golden boy.