Poster Child

I don’t want to be the name on your next bleeding heart law.  I refuse to stand idly by as your medusaec heads echo empty apologies. My well is dry and the buckets keep coming. The neon sign says closed but your blind eyes keep tugging. No law is finite, no job description complete, your […]

So This Is It

Years of running, one broken down door to the next. One thousand, five thousand, ten thousand dollars paid to end my life. Sometimes it was only a quarter ounce, a dime bag, a line. My life clearly not worth much, not to thee, or me, or even police Used as bait and tossed aside, with […]