parisinflames

i can't help but feel as if something is about to go wrong. i'm not one for superstition, black cats do not make me shake and i don't obsess over the ground my feet walk on. but there's something so terribly wrong with the sudden arrival of the amount of raccoons crawling from the sewer and stalking my yard. sitting on the steps under my carport tonight, there were too many of the creepy-crawlies coating the siding of the house, the tires on my parents' car, caught in the spiderwebs. i probably watched the same skinny slug traversing the siding, unsure of where to settle or if the path it was taking would even provide a place to go. watch t

southern weather is a peculiar thing. december brought warmer weather than november. the very end of the year curled up and froze to death, its feeble hand still clutching my wrist. january came and i finally peeled away those fingers stiff with rigor mortis. the past half year was filled with false hope and unreliable plans. reality seems to have balled up in my throat as i choke back weak moments that accompany the realization that it is no longer a sure thing that i won't be completely alone in ten years, or even a year from now. a few months ago i could freely cling and actually be clung to in return. i no longer have the comfort of some