family – bernard barnes . artist . writer

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at breakfast table the family sits to gnaw upon night’s terror

When I was eighteen years old, my wisdom teeth were pulled. It was a fairly painless procedure in and of itself, as I was unconscious at the time of its occurrence. The maxillofacial surgeon’s assistant sat me in a chair and put a mask over my face. She told me that the gas worked fastContinue reading “Cody”

#13

at breakfast table the family sits to gnaw upon night’s terror

family denial

the end of the day, the family settles in perfectly average everyone copes with life father makes muffins in the kitchen mother downstairs reading books sister alone in her room on the phone sonny smoking pot on the roof everyone content everyone stressed they cannot exist anymore

shackled

I wish I didn’t have a family or friends who care for me who love me, ask about me, hope for my future because that means I can’t quit life leave my job and take up drinking full time commit a crime without conscience go to jail and live free off the government can’t skipContinue reading “shackled”