Friday, April 12, 2019

after a night of drinking. By J.J. Campbell



listening to the
muse snore at
1:30 in the
morning

not in bed like
i would love
to, but over
the phone

making sure
she doesn’t
choke on her
own vomit
after a night
of drinking

i believe they
call this love
in the digital
age






J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves but still managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Academy Of The Heart And Mind, Rusty Truck, Horror Sleaze Trash, Red Eft Review and Mad Swirl. you can find him most days waxing poetic on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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