“I can still smell and taste her moistness, as if just yesterday we had made crazy love alongside the springs where we would picnic. This was, of course, long before they committed her to a psychiatric hospital, no less frightening a place than the lunatic asylums of the past. She had murdered her father, stabbing him countless times and with such contempt, her wrists shattered in the process. A horrible act, indeed, but undoubtedly justified. Those heinous things he did to her as a child drove my innocent Rebecca insane.” From My Rebecca, Insane
perhaps one of my first writings on my yellow typewriter when i was 14. this is the original, unedited version.
warning: read at your own risk.
“A HALLOWEEN NIGHT”
It’s a Halloween night, and it’s time to be scared,
for you tried to do something that you never dared
You walk by the street, and see a dog that’s hanged,
then all of a sudden you hear a loud bang. Continue reading