Dearest Guru

Dearest Guru, I can see you now; raggedy red disheveled beard tickling your chest hairs- bald on top like the minute you were born, a little thin and sorrowful, eyes only bright from tears, furrowed brows, a barely noticeable slump in your shoulders, the worries of the world clawing your brain to shreds. I love … Continue reading Dearest Guru

TBHQ

Whatever the traumatic brain injury is that causes me to be obsessed with every little microbe about you I want to swallow the sickness whole… I know that whatever stroke I endure because of this impairment coursing through me that there is no survival- it will eventually and maliciously destroy my very essence- but I … Continue reading TBHQ