by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Crumble Cult Philosophy (Postcard Set #1)
rainwreck
the morning i came back home to you
there were clouds of thunder behind your eyes
and something told me that day
no raincoat nor lightning rod would help at all
i offered you my rose-coloured glasses
a divergent lens you could pardon me through
i hoped to see your rainbow smile
and a sundog dancing a jig on your nose
but adoration’s spine got broken with words
our kisses tainted by ire and woe on fire
and so the rose-coloured view was cracked
overwhelming the room with a fatal shatter
punctured by the shards of desperate memories
of us never at peace despite love’s prevailing
weak and vulnerable, ever weather-exposed
without imminent hope for a good forecast
and so i pulled at the pieces until they fell away
a trail of wreckage leading out the door
a wet season took its hold over the world
the morning i forsook a home with you
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
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project pitchfork
heaven folded in on itself
when the angels dropped like anchors
and with them all hope
by TONY SINGLE
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100 WORD SKITTLE // Sharing is Caring
His balls were huge, so she’d cut them off and stuffed them down the front of her blouse to appear bustier. Unfortunately, she now also looked hairy-chested!
On the other hand, he was admiring himself in the mirror. Her boobs—so small and smooth with a cute mole on the left one—looked appealing in place of his crotch. He couldn’t believe she’d given him permission to cut them off!
But she was dissatisfied. When asked to swap everything back, he refused. “We had a deal,” he said. “No backsies!”
And he walked away, throwing out his crotch with pride.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
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