Category: Klorrie’s Writing

The Guy That Liked the Deftones

The guy that likes the Deftones. That used to be his name. He’d come into my music store We’d spend awhile discussing the latest musical lore. He dressed like Jonathan Davis. His eyes were ashy gray. I always asked when I started my shift “Has the guy that likes the Deftones stopped by today?" His... Continue Reading →

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The Boy in the Picture

There was an old photo in my attic, of you… when you were a child at play. You had given it to me back in the day, back when we were lovers… before our hearts both ran astray. I study the picture of the little boy, who’s grinning. I didn’t know your heart back then…... Continue Reading →

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What Matters

This world is so lonely, few friends to relate. Small talk is all they give. How is that any way to live?   My landlord doesn’t understand why the rent is late. He calls… and calls.. and calls.. and calls, Just to belittle and berate.   Given crumbs to work like a robot and still,... Continue Reading →

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A Memory’s Dance

A memory is but a dying flame, Fighting to consume just enough oxygen So that it may linger a while longer, Before it inevitably slips away. The memories of us flicker in my mind. The one of how I want to remember it. And the one of what we truly were. Yet, do they not... Continue Reading →

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Bullet in the Brain

his eyes are shut, swollen, purple, black and blue.   must have been from the bullet as it ripped through.   his body on fire from the fever,   like a match ignited against the friction,   cold steel struck against brain tissue.   with this life, he has no more issue.   time of... Continue Reading →

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Inside a Box Office Booth

The time ticks slowly as this madness swallows me. I hear only the sound of a cold breeze. Slithering across the glass, it stands between me and the abyss that I have gazed upon since the setting of the sun. What if it were to shatter? Would I be sucked out by the chilling wind?... Continue Reading →

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