Tag Archives: The Emotional Orphan

An Organ Donor On Ice

Posted on June 17, 2011 by The Emotional Orphan

Your very own words fuck you, like you’re drunk on formaldehyde live tissue covering a worthless heart drowning in vague images and tv reruns of a single night that has lasted your entire urban legend. Do you even remember the … Continue reading →

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Another Night of Nosebleed

Posted on December 15, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

I see the stain on the pillow from another night of nosebleed. A bruise on my shin from atrophied balance meeting the bedpost says good morning. Straw like hair creeps back. Evidenced by strands littering my bedsheets, shining silver where … Continue reading →

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Youlogy

Posted on October 17, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

The hole engulfs, more easily than a gravediggers shovel. Grass gone. Soil tilled, ready for the bounty. Dirt rains in blocking a view of the sun. Buried, and finally, needed rest comes. False alarm. Ejection. Back into the sunlight. Warmth … Continue reading →

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An Unexpected Act…

Posted on August 25, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

The man’s breathing had grown labored. That was to be expected, and so it was. The man of five foot six had grown larger than life – accomplished in what he set out to do. Just like a real man … Continue reading →

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Pretend You Are Dead

Posted on August 11, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

I pretend you are dead to get away from your memory. Your beauty has burned its image into my brain. Your power and your presence has marked me. I obsess over them until I am insane. I take trips and … Continue reading →

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Twirling Blade, Twinkling Snowflakes, and the Patina of Bloodline Oak

Posted on July 28, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

Breathe. He sits at the table solving the worlds problems rolling the silvery blade between his fingers like an accomplished knife thrower in his own circus. One false move, or one true move could start it all or end it … Continue reading →

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Implements of the Intruder

Posted on July 23, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

Rubber tubes tangled Plugged in and taped securely binding hands. Electrodes gelled and reporting. Insolent yet comforting echoes of heartbeat. Calling,  like the reminder of a burglar alarm,warning of the intruder uninvited.

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Silver Bullet Waiting

Posted on July 8, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

She was born with a quirk That makes her love to hate. Without a part of her brain she says she needs. What is normal anyway? Who needs it? Who is keeping score? She names her notebook and pen Eros … Continue reading →

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Heavy Breather

Posted on June 28, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

Always coming up for air. Not graceful like a porpoise or pilot whale. Gasping, clamoring, clawing to the surface. Further away each time under, and Growing thicker, towards becoming impenetrable; A five layer crust of satin, wood, dirt, grass, and … Continue reading →

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Silent Revenge

Posted on June 23, 2010 by The Emotional Orphan

Tears. Through sewn shut slits I watch them file past. In no particular order. Reverent. As never before. Ears pinned back Reveal their whispers of How peaceful I look In my waxy pallor, Underneath the clown mask hue. Coiffed and … Continue reading →

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