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Injury Left venerable, with my head tucked beside the porcelain, rage the only reason it wasn't a knockout. Limbs askew, rose like a demon. Faced with snappy judgment found leather to break skin, tattooing withheld antagonism until keening ebbed. Healthy red mist, knowledge through pain. I always distribute mine. One boo-boo at a time. 


Take apart what you want. Grind to dust what was.
Debris will be swept together later. Information is always now. Possessions come in pounds.
Is it the ambiance?
Already a whisper, a smell of ozone once recalled.
Reality themed as it's presented. Draft your soul. Aria's optional.

Still Corners - The Trip

Dirty flower

Dirty flower Arrange me a sin. Inch it along fatigued hardware. Cut slanted,
along variable stems. The fucking sap?
Me. Thirsty for smells! Love... will never matter over fucking want. Tonight I'm saddled with dirt beneath nails. You are my dirty flower.
Digging my bed.


Halcyon There are secrets we keep. Howl it, growl fortuitous teachings. Placate. Dominate. Lick wounds grievously implied. Swallow your sins. Forget! Never again! Such calm... Now. Now! Such balm... 


There are pieces of you written all over me. Aren't you special? Citations on blast! Does my ass not jiggle when you violate it? My bra knows when my tits heal from tearing bits, scabs healing justly. All for you. Knives are sharp too. Don't blink. We need to have to think. One of your nuts or two. Thanks for everything, darling.


Jaw gritted gnashing in a bloated breath, he asks what my fucking problem is. Eyes diverted, I'm reminded both our panties don't need to be bunched. Although, he wears them the most.

Updates for ya...

Hey guys,
I've been spending a lot of time trying to finish my book, Bringing The Fight, but good news everyone! The Kills That Bind Us is now on several reading apps!!!
and Kobo
Still waiting on others but it's interesting! Hope everyone is having a fuktastic summer.
It's so hot here I can barely breath sometimes! Thanks for sticking round!

Joy M.















RETURN You sold me your neat words, and I spoke affectionately in turn.
Years of regret sit heavily in my chest,  not that you accepted the memo.
So bound in what's right in front of your face, there's no possibility for a daydream.
I willed for my love to bring you into my universe. A place where our mutual desire vanquishes past mistakes.
Away. Always astray.
I die. each time your pretty eyes deny.
Each and every time. The piece of me that will always belong to you.
I will remain... missing.
Unseen but bound by the elastic of your grace.  


Insomnolence I crave to dissolve your skin in acid  to observe as it rains down on my porcelain skin. Take me back to when I wasn't marble. Make me bow to something other than frosty dithering. Aww, you! Fawner! Peeking at suffering while bleeding. I scuttle beyond reach, itching... scheming. I open my maw, finding you fascinating. Digesting! Cracking my sanity on your bones, alas,  you're not the one I keep. Shhh... fucking continue to sleep.


Seconds Shape this day into one of complete leisure. We know this is how everlasting love deserves to be. Twine my fingers with yours and exhale worries. Foreshadowed by the cusp of despair we announce our enemies will come but we'll find our niche. Clinching joints and mouths forever joined. Forever frozen in time. Mine.

Bringing The Fight (Ch 2)

* Jaxxen * Coralee rolled out of bed maybe twenty minutes after I did. I heard her puttering around in her room before I went down to start the coffee. She's wearing that fugly sweater with a shy smile on her freshly scrubbed face, but I can't help but frown. "There are clothes up in your room that should fit you. Please, wear them." Hands on hips, she asks, "Are you saying you don't like what I'm wearing?" "No, I actually don't," I chuckle at her prissy tone, "Why do you hide behind ugly fucking sweaters?" She flushes a pretty pink, "No reason. Fine, I'll change." "Good." I grin at her backside. I finish packing up the food just as she comes back wearing fresh jeans that hug her ass and a light blue flannel shirt that causes me to stare at the tits straining against the material. Fuck me, she's big-breasted! How am I suppose to keep my eyes and hands to myself now? She catches me gawking, letting …

Friday Joke- Hi-tech

A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers, like a cell phone, on his hand, then talks into his palm. The Bartender walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn't need any trouble.
The guy says, "You don't understand. I'm very hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying a cellular." 
The bartender says, "Yeah? Prove it!"
The guy dials up a number and offers his hand to the bartender. The bartender talks into the hand and carried on a conversation.
"That's incredible," says the bartender, "I would never have believed it!"
"Yeah," said the guy, "I can keep in touch with my broker, my family, you name it. By the way, where is the men's room?" The bartender directs him to the men's room still in awe.
The guy goes in and 5... 10... 20 minutes go by and he doesn't return.
Fearing the worst given the neighborhood, the bartender goes …


Donnybrook Squiggly markings scissor across his torso, ever vengeful. Standing high above the mayhem, he is their surveyor. I bleed, assassinating these beings, although I'm struck with a stupendous need to retreat.  One last funeral, until eternal night. I shriek in submission, welcoming deaths cold kiss goodnight. Joy4no1

Theater of the picayune

Theater of the Picayune Sweat drips down my back. "Do you feel better?" Lance asked, righting his pants. I fumble for a reply, hoping he didn't see when I cried, "Lightly." "They say it gets better," he didn't mean it tawdry, stating a flat fact. "Who's they?" "The ones who placed us here." "Oh... I see." "Another night filled with screams." "At least we receive dopamine." "That's what they compensate for," his smirk is pure theater. Just like the camera staged at our cage.


Hellion This fucking night, Your pestering eyes. I lost the ability to crawl, when hunted wildness demand I die. This stupid dawn, scouring through fever pitched screams. Is this a dream? Drool lays thick where your maw licks. Smokiness envelopes all sight. Have you torn your camouflage at long last? How dare you clip my wings, While coercing my death.

The Man Who Cries

I'm not crispy

I'm not crispy
I gave you an unfiltered tap into my life. Boisterous words,       so unlike what I threaten. I'm not a liar,        pouting like a realist! So deep did my words go,       you fell apart              and left me soggy                     without that crispness that holds everything together. Fuck this flame! What an example of humility! Butter me up stud! It doesn't matter      still rolling around           slippery in your starvation                         someone will peck at.

Washed Out

Washed Out Cup my face in your hands and tell me you love me.
For years I've waited for this moment and it's not what it seems.
You're dead and by no fault of your own.
What a shame you were a son of a bitch  and didn't know the variation between Gin and bleach.   


The Beast raised his hand, signaling the beginning of the end! Piss soaked underoos. Screams that crack skulls in two.
Huddled under a thin sheet of a tablecloth sat I watchful knowing The Beast is all fanfare and calculating intelligence.
Whoever took his reading glasses better fess up soon, because of my older brothers and sisters ineptitude.
Mother sweeps the world at his feet, there!
Shiny bi-spectacles among shattered brains and leftover skins, oh dear, another earthly liquidation caused by daddy dearest getting along in years!

Miss May

Miss May Clouds covering the moon, gave shelter which no one admitted bore the brunt of sinister intent.
Hands, make tourniquets when accusations arise.
Teeth leave marks, owners deny.
The moon shoos blushing veils, there lay one, not two.
If only mother moon had thought to unmask the killer of young Miss May her appalled soul wouldn't haunt our town each time night falls. 

Pat Thompson & Archie Powell - Ooh Baby


Oasis Sliding into the warm water, limbs entwine. The world falls away as we indulge in hedonistic debauchery. Kiss me like it's your last chance, and I'll murmur it just might be. Console our souls with  candid virtue making all else incensed. Squander time  confront spontaneity until we're lost in an oasis simply  being we.

Friday Joke - Day off

A man takes a day off work and decides to go out golfing.
He is on the second hole, a par three when he notices a frog sitting near the second tee. He thinks nothing of it and is about to strike the ball when he hears, "Ribbit. 9 Iron."
The man looks around and doesn't see anyone. "Ribbit 9 Iron."
He looks at the frog and decides to prove the frog wrong, puts his 6 iron away, and grabs a 9 iron. BOOM! he hits 10 inches from the cup.
He is shocked. He says to the frog, "Wow, that's amazing. You must be a lucky frog, eh?"
The frog replies, "Ribbit. Lucky frog."
The man takes the frog with him to the next hole. "What do you think frog?"
"Ribbit. 3 wood." The guy takes out a 3 wood and Boom! Hole in one! 
The man is befuddled and doesn't know what to say. By the end of the day, the man golfed the best round of golf of his life and asks the frog, "Okay, where to next?"
The frog replied, "Ribbit. Las Vegas."


Counterstoke Dismantle my fucking soul. Oh wait, you already have. With your inattention and boorish attitude. Did you spot the first chink you left on my heart, when lies died on your oh-so sensual lips? Did you snicker and roll your eyes when the chip became a fissure until driven to blot my eyes and plot your demise? I may be unskilled and but I'm certainly not untried. You saw to that spewing unnecessary lies. There will come a stage jackass, when another will prick you back. I'll be attending with a big ole fuck you fixed to catch your downfall without a net.

Ivy Levan - Hot Damn

Hey guys,
Working on my new book Bringing The Fight. I started over in the first person to challenge myself and it's coming along like a raw egg splattered on the sidewalk in the middle of the summer. I have plans to publish this puppy and the playlist helps. Hope everyone has a fuktastic week! Thanks for reading my words! 



He dismisses me like an errant phone call, middle finger in the air. Oh dear. I walk out as if he's an overcooked steak, too tough but still trailing blood. Oh shit.

alt-J (∆) Breezeblocks

On repeat... how much writing can I do?

Bringing The Fight (Ch 1)

* Jaxxen * The second I saw her, it felt like my heart died and came to life all at once. Like I'd found the other half of my soul and my heart couldn't take the strain. It took all my control to continue to sit still at the counter of the bar at Old Toms Tavern with Nason talking my ear off. I watch her clean up after the local yokels, tracking every movement like prey. "She got here last week," Nason told me when he noticed who had my real attention, "Tom's letting her live upstairs." I take a long pull of my beer, nodding. The girl clearly tried to look frumpy, wearing a god awful baggy green sweater that covered her ass with equal loose fitted jeans. She long strawberry blonde hair is pulled up haphazardly. Her furtive eyes and careful movement sing to my darkness, whispering she's in trouble and I'm the one she needs. I wish the bar wasn't so damn dark. I can't tell the color of her eyes as she worked across the long room, but she…