So many times, taken whole and soon left empty on the sidewalk, the perpetual victim of a heartless hit and run The wrecked leftover of their wicked love story fragile body broken to pieces, though still waiting for the one Why? Why oh why didn’t you warn me, mommy? That they’d tear…… Continue reading Buses and trains…
As he entered the tattoo shop, a chill went down his spine. He wasn’t afraid of needles, that had never bothered him, and his canevas-like body was there to prove it. But it was different this time, and he walked solemnly to the guy’s booth. “Play with ink all you want kid, but always…… Continue reading Pain told love…
Wounded by his harsh words and his indifference, I painfully bleeded my way across town. Blinded by bitter tears, I moaned your name tormentedly through the alleys, stumbling on my wrongs and my failures, ignored by the passers by. Crawling in the darkest back streets, and the empty parks, there seemed to be no…… Continue reading A street called Mercy…
Not long ago, I wrote about a homeless man I met during Montréal’s Film Festival… John To be very honest, I almost deleted my post just before hitting the “publish” key. I was afraid the story would give the idea that I was bragging about being nice to the homeless. It wasn’t my intention, I…… Continue reading Dear John Doe’s daughter…
Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)
I was sitting, minding my own business the other day when I overheard someone talking about depression. Oh yeah, it was terrible, you know… I was off work for like, two or three months. And I kept playing on my X-Box and I was like “go away mom, I don’t feel like talking!”… The someone…… Continue reading To death and back…
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