​Tía Blanca

I woke up with my workday alarm. New day, new month, new job. It was the first day at my newest gig, in the summer of 2019. I turned on the data switch on my iPhone and was surprised by the amount of WhatsApp messages I had received during the night. They were from my…

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Thank you (for the pain)

​You should’ve seen me last night. Sitting on my big ass gray sofa, alone (as usual;) drinking an organic beer and eating some fancy purple French crisps while watching true crime videos on YouTube. What a textbook coronavirus Friday night, huh? And I felt very tired. Just finishing my second week at my new job;…

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The Survivors

Tinder. Thursday the seventh. Evening. Eduardo: I don’t want to beat you. I don’t want to abuse you. I just wanna fuck you. The Mother: I’m sorry, but I’m not ready for you to fuck me. Eduardo: What are you ready for then? The Mother: I just think it’s too soon. For everything. I thought…

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I can see your future

You’ll wake up in the morning, next to the guy you’ve been fucking lately. It will not be your bed nor your flat. Reality’ll slowly set in. Your head will hurt, a nasty headache. New Year’s Eve hangover will be awful, making you regret drinking so much that night. But you knew better and yet…

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Fornicate and save

​Fuck me fuck me right back into existence in this day and age of loss of meaning fornicating will see us safe Tongues of fire licking me to ashes wind, awaiting to blow my remains away spreading my non-transcended self thin into oblivion a destiny worse than Death So fuck me ground me once more…

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Becoming a monster

Suspension of disbelief is the intentional avoidance of critical thinking or logic in examining something surreal in order to believe it for the sake of enjoyment. I was the perfect emotional abuser. Can’t take pride in that, as it sickens me to even unbury fragments of the dark memories of my toxic relationship with my…

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Ho ho ho

​So I’m drunk. I mean, not like super drunk, but past the “I’m tipsy!” point. Just finished my second strong Christmas beer, and I feel good. It helped talking to my mum on the phone (which is rarely the case, as she usually sinks me way deeper into my depressive swamp.) I roasted a fucking…

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Rough love tale

​My right palm completely open slaps the left side of your face rudely awakening you to my mental pain with a sudden, random act of violence cathartic, humanizing, grounding hurt into the physical realm of my presence in your couch in that night in your life “That’s too much” you say I pull your hair…

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Feel bad for me!

December twenty-third. Christmas minus one. I walk around the city as daylight vanishes. Queues of masked people, outside most stores, waiting to prolong their consumerist streak. I smile to myself. “I’m lucky am not one of them,” I think. But as I walk and get closer to home, a deep sorrow starts blooming within. It’s…

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