Spring 2006 SLAM! - Congrats to the winners - see you all next time! |
"Invalid Item" “Repent and be absolved of your sin” he spat at me from his cardboard church. He wafted cheap booze and empty promises. My metal-tipped spikes click down the Walk of Fame, each step squashing a morsel of my dignity. I pause on a pink terrazzo star just long enough to see the last rays of hope disappear beneath the horizon. The city where dreams are made cuts through the tenebrosity with neon signs and snaking headlights. “How much?” assaults my ears. “Fifty,” hastens from my painted lips. “Get in.” Palm trees, on parade through the window, interject their condemnation. Another soul forfeited on the corner of Hollywood and Vine. |