You popped the hood of my skull like your 1994 Geo Prizm.

The Devil first arrived dressed as the landscaper.

I thought about the severed thumb plunging inside your third eye.

When will the end come, they ask? Will she please make it stop?

"I wear sweatpants proclaiming my seat “Sweet.” A new tattoo spontaneously appears every time I am underestimated."

A raised voice can mean different things, but you get too used to it, right? The warnings? That little tick upward in volume?

On resolutions.