Memphis-Poison

I couldn't even tell you shock value she cleans the television screen leans in to hear the quiet screams a house fire on the other side of town. I couldn't even show her dead motor we stare beyond the dashboard pulled apart from blunt force I promised to take you away from here. I never tried to reach them prickling with cold from her new death lifting up the blankets to remind me of when she was still fresh the girl I had chosen to be with I promised I would take her away from here.

Bite it   Mmmmmbop Bite harder when she    freaky lipped it to the boulevard to all the overweight retards They s t a r t e d  the stampede and now you're me. And we're happy               in Japan with our broken windows  showing     the mist        that flew us here. BABY!! You're strong          you're stronger than me          with your ankle weights          and pretty whores dangling off your fingertips. Mesmerised by you fucking cunt bastard shitfaced alcoholics     that go to all the trouble     of making it 'dry' I tied a rope to my existence   and wrapped it around my neck  taking the jump

Letter from the editor: Sometimes people write good things that make you open up your eyes and go "Wow, lets all analyse this!" and, sometimes, people write things that make you want to vomit up every single word you've ever read. This story was one of those things. I appreciate every single comment left here, they made my day over and over again. But this story was empty and meant nothing. It hung in the back of my head and was a constant reminder of how pathetic and lifeless I can be sometimes. This is not an insult to those who liked my story entitled "Tricycle Heart", it is an explanation as to why it's gone. I did not like it and, a