The Dark Literature

            It smelled like strawberries in the pantry. And I was already hungry and it made my stomach make a
Five bodies of the moon The town drunk slipped antifreeze in his morning orange juice.The ME drew glycol from his blood.
1. They’re giving out these pills to increase mass shootings.  Don’t ask me why they’re doing this.  And don’t ask
Love, I managed to stop the bleeding.You were bleeding out and out.All over the place. Didn’t you notice? I stillfeel like
I stood on the street corner in a state of dysphoria. The creases between my eyebrows – which my wife
Charlie at the City Morguelooks at the photos in Playboywhile naked bodies are chilled,like cartons of eggs in the cooler
It wasn’t the first time a man scared me on Halloween. Rewind two years. Blood orange leaves and grinning plastic
burning the boat the wood is warped, worn beyond refashioning,but this is irrelevant—his wife would never smile within those walls. it