Short fictional texts, some in French and others in English.
All those writings following and most of the pictures are mine.
Courts textes de fiction, en français et en anglais.
Tous les écrits suivants, ainsi que la majorité des images sont miens.
you won’t be there with me the next time i’ll walk my way to the kindergaten yard
I’ll be listening to the worms rustling their way over leaves
and you won’t be there to see me smiling while they’ll take a bite off of the green
…
you used to be my shadow
you’re becoming my ghost
and i’m telling stories of us as if you were dead and cold
…
when i look at my heart
i can’t stop thinking about yours pulsating after the flop
overdosed
you and I trapped and ribboned on those white beds
searching for our eyes
staring
there was no time
nothing to count, nothing to grab our perishable fleshes on
you and I
junkies
do you remember how we knew it was love?
.
if you don’t
show me how to forget
