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J.J.CAMPBELL
one strong drink away death seems to be one strong drink away the glasses are being filled with ice time slowly ticks away waiting for someone to call the bluff cracks are bound to appear soon patience was never my strong suit with depression sinking in the demons strike with ease these days i have given up my desire to fend off the attacks besides it's about time we got on with this fucking game checkmate is right around the corner another cruel reminder she told me over lunch that she had recently got out of prison she went on to talk about how she thought about me everyday she was in there and with each time her forehead slammed into the underside of my belly i thought maybe she was telling the truth i hope she just didn't swallow the indifference i felt while she was locked up even if she did, i imagine this will be just another cruel reminder to her that everything goes on with or without anyone i'm sure prison has a way of stripping that bullshit most parents sew into our brains for after it all shakes out none of us are fucking special J.J. Campbell (b. 1976) lives, writes and dies a little each day in the state of Ohio. He's widely published in the small press, most recently in Spent Meat, Zygote In My Coffee, Fearless, Open Wide Magazine and Unlikely Stories. J.J. also has been included in a number of chapbooks, anthologies and a spoken word project. You can contact him via email at jcampb4593@aol.com |
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