Dying Stories

Hum my name before we say goodbye the neo-blues hit single song was playing with the pops and crackles on the vinyl player in his bedroom. Angelo took his fedora off and sat on his bed, slowly slipping off his shoes. He felt it. He felt it for the last time. An Erection. There was no time to call a working girl over from the Midnight District. But he knew this was the last erection he would ever have. He knew it in the wa...

One bird has a beautiful songanother a throaty plea;Perhaps it longs to just belongWhile the other sings cause it's free.One stream travels to a stagnant poolAnother the open sea;Neither knew where they would endBoth took the turns that made them be.One flower opens to the sunAnother hides it's face;Both are beautiful in their wayOne like velvet the other like lace.We do not know how love will growOr what will make it fad...

''Hi, Babe I'm home!" John calls as he walks through the door. He slams it hard, and I can tell it didn't go well. I sigh to myself, because I knew this all along. It was so silly to let myself hope. To let us both hope. "I'm in the bedroom," I call out, my voice shaking a little, but not to much. He walks in and he looks at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for the news which I already know. There is no cure. I'm going to...