Contributors * more photos to appear soon

Contributors * more photos to appear soon
Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill

Sunday, July 27, 2014

She says that these skeletons, were reanimated corpses, wrapped together in  bloody bandages, that these were living, breathing, bloodthirsty, sharp clawed big teeth, make you want to run for your life, monsters
With a whisper she claimed that I was the only one that didn't scare her
We walked across the bridge, looking down at the highway, pointed out to where the sun hugs the earth and promised that with nothing more then the clothes on our backs, the change in our pockets, our hands locked together, and a full tank of gas, we'd write our own book
I still sit on that same lawn, where we use to grab ice cream, she always got strawberry, because it always reminded her of how my cheeks would light up when she was close to me
I open and close my closet door while I'm inside hoping that I'll somehow open up to be in her room
I don't look at the highway anymore, these concrete veins of mine can no longer be filled with this pink berry bloodstream
Our love was a nightmare, but it was the only thing I thought about while dreaming

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