Read-Dream-Write

THE WOMAN WHO MADE ME     The woman who made me never looks at me when she speaks. Her eyes tend to wander as words spill out of her mouth as if she was about to puke. Last week, she tried to calling my other half of me a chink but all that came out was gibberish. I couldn’t even get angry, even when I woke up with a swollen forehead the next morning.     I never knew the man whose sperm is my foundation. The woman who made me used to tell me he died after overdosing on pink toes and that I would face the same future. Come to find out, he lived across the country, out west. I hear he died from cancer sometime last year.     Today i

I heard my kin in red tortured families in blue. I heard they scratched their enemy's eyes out in return. A friendly gift. I heard God shed a tear; it rained thunder that day. We let our phones blink, synchronized to the rhythms and flow of dollars bills. Hell is down the halls and to both directions, the serpents motions us to come closer, sporting gold teeth and promising wealth. I choose to scoff softly, turn around, towards the exit. A journey I'll never complete. The sun awaits me at the end.

I don't love you You don't love me We're just here to hate ourselves A little less, a little more, Depending on the time of day. I don't love you You don't love me We're just here to have some fun. I'm just like you Your just like me We're like everybody here tonight Why does this matter? Why do we matter? I don't love you. I didn't live you Enough to stay. I just loved the way you danced Dance. Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid to be alone? Alone. Alone. Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid? Why we so afraid to be alone? I don't love you You don't love me Enough to part A white dress turns to black. Death. Got the whol

INT. BEDROOM - DAY The room is filthy, there's empty bottles and wrappers scattered on the floor. The walls are plastered with pin-up posters. DAVE is curled in between blankets.                         DAVE (V.O.)            This the part of the story where I'm            suppose to say something to make you            care enough about me so that you'll            watch the rest of my stupid TV show. Dave crawls out of bed, and falls over. He's dressed in an all white t-shirt and short-shorts. INT. WASHROOM - DAY He takes off his shirt and has a look at his black eye in the mirror. He spreads it, which makes him flinch in pain