Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.
“You sure you want to do this?” “Meat” was an experimental piece of fiction I wrote up this past year that bounces back and forth between the sick desires of an unknown patient and the odd and terrifying transaction of flesh and blood…Happy Halloween folks and enjoy~
She Always Sat Alone
I’m sorry I’ve been slacking! I moved, got injured, hard couple of week but hopefully I can get back to writing and recording!! Please enjoy this short, poetic narration of “Just A Name.”
Hey, doctor I feel a little bit off kilter. A tad off my beat. The rhythm I once walked to hasn’t moved my feet. I’m feeling a bit confused and think I need to take a seat. I’m ready to give up now, swallow my pain and defeat.
I’m Right Here
Birth of a hero
Something got inside.
Basic is, as basic does
Zo Grimmwood 