Chewing On Glass…

Tag: Flash fiction

  • A Really Desperate Head Space…

    Waiting for you to speak to meIn the shadows… rusting on the TVDoes God have a plan or did JesusJerk the wheel into another ravineNot really all that sure of anythingHow it is you feel about meHow I feel knowing the truthBelieving the lies all over againIt wasn’t like they…

  • Broken Thoughts… In All Our Suffering…

    A thousand tiny cutsWhat it took to liveIn these shoesShaking in my skinFear always seemed to beAll there ever wasIn a place like thisA place that doesn’t careTrapped inside your own mindScreaming to make it go awayScream louder it’s all the sameWanted so much moreWanted anything else and nowI want…

  • Chewing On Glass Presents… Just Breathe…

    It all shatters right there in front of me. Glass, steel, two moving objects going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour. Was it? Is that how it really was? Everything so slow, a miss perception of time and place. Memories shifting in and out of place. Two…

  • Keep It To Yourself…

    “I tried to quit smoking recently and it didn’t go well. Go well is a bit of an understatement really. In the aftermath though I realized a few things about myself. Turns out I wasn’t addicted to smoking or some oral fixation, which sounds like I will suck on anything…

  • Into the Flames of Where This Began…

    Into the Flames of Where This Began “Tell me about God,” she demands in a scream. “Tell me about power and life and the will of man. Tell me about everything I already know. Everything I already am,” she screams with all the air in her lungs. We took everything…

  • All I Feel Is Pain…

    All I Feel is Pain Memories are nothing more than random bits of information processed at varies speeds. This is how I remember my childhood. It comes back to me in pieces as my head slams back into the ground. Lift and repeat. Lather, rinse, and dry. Blood runs throughout…

  • Chasing Darkness…

    Things aren’t quite the way they used to be. Things change fact of life and death. Even if we can change those facts like I have. Things still very much change. I no longer know who I am or what I have become. I’m not what most people would consider…

  • What I’m Made Of…

    Only a Matter of Time “Hello Liam,” I say as I enter the room. “Doctor,” he smiles in his own sinister way. “How’s everything today?” I ask him. “Oh, you know can’t really complain. Got to sleep in late, watched as the birds played in the trees while I enjoyed…

  • Finding Peace..

    Finding Peace in the Darkness Scratching the walls with my nails. I want more. Another day or another night. I can’t resist the temptation of the kill. They said it would go away. It hasn’t. They said over time things would become normal. They haven’t. Everything they said never came…

  • What Has Been Done…

    I noticed the way she looks at me again today. The look of a blank stare, but it is not a blank stare. It is as if she is trying to tell me something that words could never really say. I see it in her eyes. Those cold green eyes.…