I will slowly be adding new "Vintage" fiction and poetry to Modern Evil, as I get it re-typed. Every "Vintage" piece is from my high school years (or thereabouts), and as made available here is transcribed word-for-word from my originals (with spelling corrected where appropriate), retaining the initial creations in all their inexperienced glory. Future editions may be edited, but the "Vintage" editions will always retain the quality and content of the originals.
You may purchase the entire "Vintage" collection at once (over 10 short stories and over 40 poems) with the following link:
This "Vintage" is a series of three poems I wrote after my series on Suicide and Homicide, this time about various perspectives on Love. The second is featured below. Each poem is about the same length, and the set costs eight cents:
Read the second poem:
A slap in my face, a fist in my gut.
A justified way to call me a slut.
A handful of hair ripped out of my head.
You make me think I'd be better off dead.
With you in my face, I'm wasting my breath.
You like to beat me just inches from death.
The hate in your heart flows without ending.
The hole in your chest isn't worth mending.
Now night after night my tears lead my sleep.
When near you I now must silently creep.
I meet your needs without making a noise.
I do my best to make sure you know joys.
The knife that you wield is stuck in my back.
I feel so small I could fall in a crack.
Your words make me feel like a pile of shit.
You fuck me too hard; I'm going to split.
Once in a while I think I'll go away.
Deep in my heart I know I shouldn't stay.
I know that I'll stay though sometimes I'll moan.
When I am with you I'm never alone.
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