Mirror. Lipstick. Smile. Another toilet/interview. The same harsh lighting. The smell of stale perfume. Your reflection asks: Is this the one? The job for you?   The first time is memorable (you wear boots in cobalt blue) and gush and fawn too much to bear – they say you’ll hear back ‘soon.’ Mirror. Lipstick. Smile. … Continue reading Toilet/Interview


  Give me your bow of burnished steel, Your arrows sharp and deadly, Give me your pure and righteous zeal – To kill this scum directly.   What has been done my wretched child? Explain why you are shaking; Before I grant you vengeance wild, Make sure you're not mistaken.   He promised love, he … Continue reading Hunter