BY MATT LEVINE
Matty Levine is a Chef from the Jersey shore, now residing in Philadelphia. In his spare time we writes poetry and fights crime
I awoke in free fall in an elevator straight to hell. Or from my bed to the soaking wet floor, drenched in my own sick from the night before. I unleashed hell on Anna, in a whiskey rage I let out what had been building, silently in my fiction for ages. My horns came out.
She never saw it coming
Through a crooked grin, I used her own words against her. My words shot out of my mouth as if I was pissing into her face and into the wind. They might have made sense, I blocked them out while metal machine music blared in my bloated mind.
She never saw it coming
My eyes divided into two pistols shooting dangers and my poor love. I opened my mouth and chose violence. I opened my mouth and chose divine ignorance.
She never saw it coming
before breaking a person, it is customary to drink until you feel vindicated. Me and the cheapest wise man had our own conversations, he had the best advice. “don’t leave till the sheets are stained from tears or your mouth is filled with blood”.
She never saw it coming
After ravaging my prey, I raged and raged until the night died. And myself a little with it, I never thought I would wake today. The light shines still and I end up as life begins shivering, naked and alone. I will find no shelter here.
I never saw it coming
