July - The Blotter Magazine

The B l o t t e r“Turkey”Its cramped,walls so thinthe bangingand screamingreally carries;you can hearevery word.No matter,I usually justfloat aimlesslyfrom ‘fix’ to ‘fix’or curl and sleep‘til woken by withdrawal.I usually cope,but not with these,these pains aresomething else,something different.This timethe pusher’slanded me inthe shit......a midwife’s takenme in her arms.by Christopher Major“Happy Hour”Earlier in the dayhe hunted brontosauruson the town roundabout,studied the Turin Shroudon the mottled glassof a pub’s shithouse door.As the mushrooms waned,he fuelled viathe neon screamsof ‘2 for 1’ liquor shotswhile he searchedfor pussy.She lay awake,awaiting the scratchof a key andthe barrel locks rollthat turned her to sleep;so unaware that lifehad devalued sufficiently,‘breathing unaided’was now coined ‘good news.’“He”: an excerpt from “Two”by Allesandra MotolaA tryst of two begins at lastA violent convulsion – What, so fast?And to my DismayThere he layAwaiting some kind of reward for his actions.But he could tell from my reactionI was in no mood to playSo there he lay, flustered in such wayI couldn’t help but snickerAnd insulted by my lack of compassion, he couldn’t have left any quicker.www.blotterrag.com