Pavement

I sit on the ledge staring down At the lights of the billboards Of women in fancy lingerie, The cars driving steadily past Like they’re on a production line, Their driver lulled into A false sense of conditional security By the pantomime life society has encaged us in. And I sit here, feeling so real…

Swing Set

The wind brushes my arm sweetly As I walk through the mulch, I hear the laughter of children linger Even though the park is empty now. I sit down on one of the worn down swings, Grip the chains until they leave indents, And then I lean back until I feel weightless, Before sitting up…

Call for Submissions

Hello! So we’re looking to spice things up on Mafia a bit. How can you help? Well, I’m glad you asked our lovely reader. We’ve recently opened up slots for you to be part of our collective. You can do this either by applying to become a general contributor or, if you prefer, post once…

No Reason

Sometimes life leaves Just as quickly as it came On a day just the same As any other But monumentally different Because this is the one That’s going to haunt you Until your dying breath. And there’s no reason, But he searches for one anyways, Because what’s the fucking point Of living this life as…

Guard Demons

All my old demons are scratching at the door, The loyal guard dogs I can’t seem to lose, They’re begging for treats ‘cause they’ve been so good, I can count on them to remember the same dark roads. There’s alcohol in my closet and on my tongue again, A half empty bottle hidden in one…

Set Him Free

i lead him, hands intertwined, to the lake, tell him to drink, that he’ll be happy once more. but he won’t, self-hatred and self-destruction is as much an addiction, as pills washed down by dark liquor. addictions blur the already hazy lines, is this a craving or is this a need? will our hearts stop…

Letter to My Former Lover

I’m not the bird in the cage, Always flying, flying, flying, My feathers burned right off, And yet I keep going higher, Determination stronger than gravity, I’ll never be a goddess but I can try, Because I refuse to be mortal. My blood isn’t sugar or spice, And I’m not the least bit nice, My…