Eight to Twelve Word Stories.

Prompt: Self Destruction in love.

Loving her left me with a journal, xanax, and whiskey.

Drugs and rock n’ roll were kids stuff or stupid, but not Sex

Best friends ate together, laughed together, and fought over cocaine.

Eight to Twelve Word Stories

If I let him love me it’d probably kill me.

Killing him is so much easier than saving him.

Saving a drowning lover just drowns yourself. I did it anyway.

 

Reblog: Poetry

Written by Jacob Ibrag

It’s the free soul that carries weight, searching for an appropriate vessel to reanimate. ‘This time it’ll be the right one,’ yet if it isn’t, it’ll have to wait another lifetime. I caught myself romanticizing about yesterday. As much as I wanted to forget, there was still some part of me […]

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