November 8, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Olivier Duong






settle those trembling hands



put a bullet

in the chamber

and say goodbye


settle those trembling

hands with a little



god no longer cares


your father never

loved you


your mother always

considered you a



and the rest of the

family doesn’t have

time for the abused


ask for any usable

organs to be donated

and the remains

turned to ashes


tucked away in a

crease of time


see if anyone bothers

to discover their guilt









some like to wait for death



my doctor told me

i should really cut

back on how much

alcohol i drink


i laughed and now

make sure every

drink is twice

as strong


some like to

wait for death


i’d rather make

it a sprint











J.J. Campbell


J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in suburbia. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Mad Swirl, In Between Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, Because Eileen and Horror Sleaze Trash Quarterly. You can find J.J. most days on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights.

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