He smiled at me, but not in a typically friendly way. He looked entertained as he brought the smoking cigarette to his mouth, eyes on me. I was ok with being entertainment for him in the moment as I looked back. "You've got scary eyes." He told me as the smoke wafted from his lips. But he didn't look away. I was the one to, just for a moment, look down at my hands. "I've been told." I agreed. I fe... » Continue Reading
"i don't think any of that." The raven haired boy insisted quietly, looking at his own boots. Angelo felt a strange satisfaction. It was one of the rare opportunities when he got to crack open the other's rib cage and make him shy from how his organs were exposed. » Continue Reading
It was something an "i love you" didn't capture. I had taken something from him, as slowly as erosion takes the shape of a rock away. I had stolen something from his eyes and caused myself to only see my reflection in them. Maybe it was tragic, but he was mine. In some horrible way I was grateful he allowed me to kill that kid in him. Angelo would've stayed 12 forever. He would've stayed in his mo... » Continue Reading
At this point I have accepted that as a man there will always be parts of me violent and disturbing. When you grow up being taught that to be a man means violence, you become it. You feel emasculated without it. Manhood is immature, manhood is petty. Manhood is fragile because it isn't real, instead it's a societal expectation you die without. A lot of us are simply not strong enough to be the eff... » Continue Reading
A lack of love is the root of all evil. We all have the capacity to be evil. We are complex animal's, sin was a forbidden gift we embraced with hungry teeth. Animals do not know right or wrong. But we do. It's a a baser, human capacity. Even so we claim killers and the most disgusting of us to be demons and inhumans, maybe to cope with the reality that none of us are worse than others. All men are... » Continue Reading