http://figment.com/books/393177-Adam-and-the-Bull

Please read my short story, if you’d like.

It’s a tad bit profane, and might drag on for a bit :[

But please don’t let that make you shy away!

Adam is just an average guy that seems out of luck and out of touch with the world. With his job not making his life any better, he’s struggling to make ends meet, and even gets threatened to get kicked out of his apartment by his roommate, Abigail. When things seem like they couldn’t get any worse, Adam’s life as he knows it changes, and all of the first world problems he thought he had wouldn’t compare to the things that he was about to face

Love a little love for pain
Shove your sugar skulls
To melt and cry
With little blue
Blood droplets
Staining the ground
Spotting the sky
Simultaneous brain fry
Cerebration sparks
Plugged
Nerves
Tied 

Money tight zeitgeist 
Killing causes we entail
Brimming to the brink 

Voiceless, volatile
Silent molotov cocktail
Sparking in the sink

I kept stabbing myself with her words
Which were as sharp as knives
The punctures stole more than oxygen

To put it simply
They fucking hurt 

They stole every beautiful moment with her
Every gorgeous time
And ground it to diamond dust and dirt

I’d like to pry
This obsession apart
If I can take a crowbar
I’d wedge this hope 
That would never happen
From my heart 

Can’t wait for the end and the beginning

When Summer hits it’s peak
When Autumn’s leaves fall

When the breath from chests cease
When hands lock in awe

With delicate firmness
And a squeeze of reassurance

In Summer, she won’t let me fall.
 

My mind is just a bucket of gray matter
Of whites and blacks mixed in a jar
Until time crackles and
Develops these
Valleys of scars 
Having trees of
Good and bad
Shaken until these apples
Called marbles fall on glass floor

Despite her silhouette edging moons
Sickle of a smile slicing suns

With those vexing, deceptive lips
Lies crumbling from those fragile cliffs

She kissed those lies numb   
Then mind turned with hips 



He left my world 

And only one headline
Would describe his days

Only one newspaper
For his departure 

And the world just turns without pause 

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