Dying in Technicolor 

It guts you, leaves you strewn across floors, bleeding in technicolor, your vibrations pulsing in oranges and reds, washing thunderclouds in blue paint, tearing holes in whole places, and leaving pigment where your bones should be. True love kills while it awakens, deals pain in parallel with pleasure, and it hurts. You bleed, and it […]

The Red Balloon

I wrote you a story about a red balloon that escaped from a carnival show. It had always imagined a life on the road, twisting and tumbling through a world made of wishes, but it could never escape the clutches of the clowns, their white painted faces and dirt painted hands gripping and curling his […]