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 Jan 2014 Zia
A B Perales
I once spent an
entire summer with
a black eye.
Proving the fact that
I was young and willing to
try.

We drank hard in those
days.
Back when it all was used to
enjoy.
When the alcohol was a social
thing and the
drugs were just a little late
night activity among the
chosen few.

We don't move in packs
like that anymore.
And those of us who still
indulge do it alone
or in order to cope.

I'm trying to pin point
that moment,
that final event,
that final failure that turned it
all so bad.
So destructive.

I'm feeling the effects of the
abuse.
That missing chapter.
The surgeries.
The fact that it took so much
to finally realize
the price I've paid
for my own
self inflicted,
blameless,
foolish
ways.
 Jan 2014 Zia
Quinn
Obituaries
 Jan 2014 Zia
Quinn
I was going to be sick
As this little balding man preached to us about Jesus
And politics
While Mark rotted in that box as Grammy watched and wailed
The smell of embalming fluid filled my lungs and began to suffocate me
Sickly sweet and pure chemical death
Nicotine drenched fingers
And leather were abundant in Osborne's
Where a funeral was a place to advertise
I was going to be sick
I wanted to crawl out of skin and scream
I wanted to hold her
While she grieved
I wanted nothing more then to hold her
As they shut the box on Grizz's waxy pale fingers
And she cried as a Mother should cry
Because "No mother should see her son in the obituaries
or in a box or have to burry them"
 Jan 2014 Zia
The Year
Black
 Jan 2014 Zia
The Year
Stunted trust
Budding interest
Careless clues, taunting…

Sullen looks
Second glances
Fiery touch, trailing…    

Coded.
Scripted.

The tangled ties of treason
 Jan 2014 Zia
kylie
stormy weather
 Jan 2014 Zia
kylie
i loved your eyes
because they were such
a powerful blue that they
reminded me of a
perfect storm.

but you turned my
blue skies grey and
clouded my vision and
i couldn't see that
you were not even half
the man i thought
you were.
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 Jan 2014 Zia
Betsey Locke
The snow has nowhere to go in New York.
Stamped out by heavy shoes
Fended off by black umbrellas
it whirls confused
around the street lamps
like a million moths in summer
 Jan 2014 Zia
Diana
Among Us
 Jan 2014 Zia
Diana
They say that hell is empty
And the devils are all here
They say we should be careful
That everything’s to fear
But I ignore the cautions
The warnings that I hear
It’s not like we are angels
Or people to hold dear
Yes, devils are among us
But I don’t think we should fear
Because we, ourselves the people
Are the devils that are here

— The End —