ladyotherworld

It’s been a long day. I feel like I spend most of my time staring at the clock on the dash, willing the digits to flicker in and out of existence. Two hours go by as I slowly whittle down four tacos to their least crunchy bits. They’re always all soggy on the bottom, where the juices have likely had too much time to sit. But I like these best, don’t ask me why. The kind they serve at room temperature, the display models they take down once every hour or so, then stick in the microwave for 10 seconds, and serve them to the only sad sack desperate enough to take them, the only guy they’ve seen in days from their corner o

It turned out to be a lot worse than we thought. This whole endometriosis thing is no joke. We tried to make light of it, but then it grew darker and darker around the house. Plants died, dishes went undone. She got so weak, she couldn’t lift a thing. And I was no help around the house, I was too busy looking after her. As her button nose refused to rise in that upward jerking motion I’d come to like. Her skin grew waxen and oily to the touch. I had to force her to drink fluids. Any food, and she’d just puke it right back up. I took her to the hospital and they stuck needles in her arms, tubes down her throat, cameras up y

susie lee mayfield led a simple life. since the age of 14 she found finding things was her favorite way to spend time out in the country. when she wasn't tending chickens or scraping muck off the hooves of her prized horses after one of those classic iowa thunderstorms, sometimes a piece of scrap metal would rise up out of the gravel path to greet her. she bent down two or three times a day to retrieve jewelry, chunks of rusted old machinery, and other trinkets someone had accidentally left behind. she collected all of these little treasures and either used them as part of her next bike project or twined what was left over from the bunch into

we crashed last night. i saw the lights flash before my eyes. now you’re not here. and it’s past time. you should be home by now. hey, i’m a creep. now, you know. went by your work and didn’t see your face. instead it’s burned inside my irises. and i’m leering towards the door. waiting. for you to come scoop me up. squish me tight. because all day i’ve been thinking. that i want to leave. that this isn’t right. that i’m not enough. but babe, you proved me wrong. deleted those pictures. chivalry isn’t dead. it just doesn’t know how to act sometimes. i’ll see you soon. i&

there’s no timeline between you and i. we exist, always revolving around each other until initial collision. and we’ve been stuck ever since. --- we while away the hours mythologizing each other equal parts muse and abusee physically, rendered meat for massaging consumption tenderized with teeth he bounces ideas off me a pegboard for all to see and he disregards the laws gravity holds no weight sensibilities self-taught out of place, in perfect sync he inserts himself anywhere taps into life’s rhythmic veins --- Dali is our mistress, we have no sex, simply selling the rules, street gang swinging can you dig it? 5/1/1

he smells like a musty old house. you open one door and you’re greeted with a wall of smoke and stale booze. with a hint of head&shoulders shampoo. you become one with the air around you. the scent of rotting leaves avails all senses, and all of a sudden, what was once an impenetrable fortress becomes the most welcoming forest. and the wet earth’s tugging you forward. you’re helpless to all but the need to learn more about this tree spirit. i finally found him and he invites me in. i stay the night. the next morning, blinking my way into consciousness, i swear i see vines twining around the corners of the ceiling. he asks h

going full speed running off the rails you point your engine in my small direction can't you see that we're headed toward oblivion? i'm relaxed in my cloak it's kept me warm so long not yet used to your arms you surprise me turn to me and shoot your gun throwing out a net that's ensnared me in the most intricate of puzzles left vulnerable my heart's beating fast you see right through me give me a sneering smile step up to the plate and tell me i'm puddling i tremble twice then give in you're kneeling down lapping up my spilled gold then touch my face to smear glitter there traces of my lifeblood i give to you in hopes you'll return the favor