Roan
The first time I took Ayahuasca I dreamt I was buried alive 5 separate times and watched cannibals eat the dead.
I liked it.
Stories
Original stories by Captain Erica.
Black Mamba
He talks about my feet, asks me why they aren’t painted. Tell me he’ll paint hem for me. Digs in his bag asking for me to come over, “you don’t have to do anything.” I’m almost never bored, except right now.
August 4
Pimps and hoes. Pimps tell me I’d make a real fine hoe. Stood naked in the dark bedroom, light from the hallway creeping in. Slept on the couch instead, curled up to Blue Planet narrating me to sleep.
Just Eat.
There’s clutter everywhere. Just a walk-way to each side of her bed. A giant cardboard box serves as a makeshift table for my mom’s computer. Behind it stacks of clothes she hates but will never throw away.
The Way We Grow Up
My sister, the prostitute. I know because she comes home every night and tells me about the men she’s slept with that day. Clothes slowly roll off her body, leaving only perfumed evidence of their existence.
When Death is Near
I have food reheating in the microwave. Everything feels petty in life right now but this. She doesn’t want to go outside. It’s too cold. She’s already cold. Nothing left to keep her warm. Skin and bones can’t insulate your soul.
The Argument
Homeless man pulls up to Starbucks. Parks his backpack. Parks his extra coat. Sparks a conversation with the man sitting next to him. Pushes it to an argument. Offended and hurt. How dare the man disagree.
Train Tracks
There were railroad tracks behind my house growing up.