I SpyMy name is Bob Chelsie. Only a select few have been granted clearance to refer to me as Bobby. Mainly family and close friends are allowed to, but as I am being interrogated by my captives they use it freely to unnerve me.I Spy
“Bobby you know what we want from you, don’t make us ask you again.” The man interrogator said.
His name is Richard. His red blood hair covered his head like a tired mop on a slightly clean floor. He would push strands out of his face so he could glare severely with those green eyes that burrow into one’s soul and steal pe
Killing Matter 3I did not want to be the person that would go for revenge. I did not want to be that person at all. I could not go back down stairs to my parents and everyone else. I couldn’t listen to them talk about Jeffery and how great he was. I had to have my moment alone and think. I got off my bed and picked up my Ipod and thumbed to a song.Killing Matter 3
I played Coldplay’s “Fix You” and The Fray’s “How to Save a Life” over and over again as I let the tears just fall out of my tightly shut eyes. I had heard the voice as clear as if there was someone in
Killing Matter 2I was waiting for him. It was after a game and the majority of the team had already exited. I hated going into locker rooms to change clothes. I am not as built as so boys and it’s embarrassing, plus I’m pale. I wish I was some sort of decedent of American Indians so that my skin tone could at least be a mellow blend of dirt and sunlight. I’m a lean skater who could be liken to a twig that comes off of a winter slammed tree. I don’t…I mean I didn’t way half my brother’s weight. He was 220 or so pounds. Ok I was half his wKilling Matter 2
Killing Matter“Why do you care if I make fun of faggots? Is it because you’re one of them?” Shawn pinned my brother against the shower wall. The steam from hot water created a fog that kept visibility to a haze of skin.Killing Matter
My brother, Jeffery Alister, was part of the Cape Elizabeth Football team. He was their running back. They took showers together. That was why I told him to not tell them he was gay. I said that they would not understand and certainly things would change should he say anything. He swore to me that he did not take showers with
apotheosisI touch your spine of ivory to become totem I lift my myrrh-ridden fingernails toapotheosis
become temple I push you gold blankets and jade holed wheels through papyri coating bronze blue blood
and a relic-branch of the first lit tree in creation I made things both from hewn-rock and milk rained on daisies
growing on marble to become god I murmur glyphed fires to marauders and make them speechless pottery
tattoo skins of red vases overflowing with purple nuggets from the dome above an obelisk's tip
I force my own leap upon the &n
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If that makes any sense.
I appreciate that comment and that does make enough sense. Thanks
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