Inn worker, aka, tavern wench life had its fair share of harassment from the gentry that I had long been expecting. But the first real signs of it didn’t stick themselves out until a few days after mine and Gus’s sobby make up. Namely, it came as a hand on my rear. I swung about … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 7
Dear Daily Burn
Dear Daily Burn advertisements, Please stop making me feel fat. Sincerely, I am not fat...right?
Wicked
Swallow the cap of bleach and hide the poison you take every day so you can afford to kill yourself. Evict the yellow blood. Make salvation tenderly, then sit it in the corner in a dirty onsie, while you fill your home with hellfire money and sickness. Drink deep of pleasure whenever you want, pretend … Continue reading Wicked
Long Work Days
Drag my brain along the ground, so the moisture collects crap. Then tell me to pat it off and clean without my brain around.
Raising a Hero–Chapter 6
I worked the rest of the day waiting tables, cleaning rooms, and delivering tankards of mead with the straightforward proficiency I had mastered over the past two years of being broken. I could work through the apocalypse (at least, emotionally and mentally speaking) as though everything was normal if I had to. We’d been getting … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 6
To My Friend Named ‘Death’
Death, You see yourself as empty black stone; a building with no purpose. You claim the ground beneath your feet is thin, with flames beneath the surface. The days gape wide, swallow you whole, for you to past through half-digested out the other side, and you say you can smell the stench of yourself. Death, … Continue reading To My Friend Named ‘Death’
You Bring Out the Worst in Me
Daddy, you bring out the worst in me. When did I become so mean? I don't even recognize it until I've gone away and can't do much about it. Daddy, even when I think we're okay, it comes out-like slippery worms, at your friends, at your neighbors, all the dirt you didn't tell. I want … Continue reading You Bring Out the Worst in Me
Dear God
God, I am weak. Let me confess that first, even though I know you don't care, because I feel the need to be accountable to my Father for all the wrong I've done. And I come to you to ask: why do so many claim hell is happiness? No. That is but one more sin … Continue reading Dear God
Raising a Hero–Chapter 5
Milly laughed with a thunk of morning bread dough. “Yes, what are you, Lil’? Angel? Demon? Pedophile?” I didn’t find this amusing at all. “That’s crass, Milly.” “Hey, at least it’s out there now.” “No, it’s not,” I shuddered and looked back to give Gus a pleading look. “I swear I’m not a creep, okay?” … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 5
To Us Ericksons
Travel to the mountains and tell me what it means to fill your lungs with ice and air, rocks, dirt, chasms, hills, and tell me there's no God again. Cradle me and whisper warmth from a fire that's not yours, then wrap me in a blanket, nevermind I say the wool will burn, and throw … Continue reading To Us Ericksons
Author T.S. Lowe 