Rings of Honor

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Vans hit the pavement outside the Red Dragon Inn where, issued by a gust, a few rose petals pirouette across the shoes, unseen, as the cab pulls away behind a blonde. She's got her head tipped back almost automatically, dragging music buds from her ears, taking in this Inn she never hits up, the way...

I like you when you take off your face Put away all your teeth And take us way underneath. "Fucking shut your trap, I'm on the phone, Kick. Yeah, Leri, so tell me, what it's like there? Same same, or you get lost right away? Fuck . Viv. Neve. Sorry." The songbird bristles at the name, and...

Our Lady of Perpetual Misery West End, Rhy'Din The songbird moves beneath the arches and down the worn carpet where it begins and the scrappy tiles finish. To the left and straight into the closest pew, she melts into the seat and lifts her face to sweep the empty space. A cold draught blows. She s...

In the all time of all days, ever, and always, of all that is and was and will be, in the circling, in the spiral, there are rooms, somewhere, and in these rooms she is open and gleaming and sharp like scissors on tossed sheets. Sometimes, she is the oppressor, the cruel mistress, stiletto to a ches...

Late June, 2024 Skerries, Ireland It starts with a slap. The sound dominoes through her mind, tumbles down the staircase of her spine, and draws her body backwards and down onto the mattress. "Fucking whore." Butch looms. His voice curdles in his throat with rage, mouth wet with saliva, h...

8 years prior District Jazz New Orleans, Louisiana "Who the hell is that ?" "Vivienne. Been up here a while." "Which club she from?" " Blue Nile , nine months. Wanted a change." Butch sat slumped back in the squeaky, slimy barrens of a leather booth, watching...

A few months ago... Somewhere in Underbelly, Louisiana Friday Nights. They were for fighting and fucking, broken teeth and broken hearts. They were the nights to press your chin to the asphalt and crawl. People were invested in themselves, distracted. They wouldn't see, wouldn't hear. Blue Eyes sto...

St. Canice's Treatment Facility, Ireland He found her in the garden. She was diaphanous with sunshine, eating up all available light. One hand was in the air, two fingers out like she was signaling her fellow Venusians, and a cigarette her other, wrist up, the smoke carefully balanced. She was sway...

Richard's Bar, 491 N Milwaukee Ave, Chicago, IL 60654, United States Tin-ceiling bar with budget beers, hard-boiled eggs & a jukebox filled with rat-pack classics. Butch slipped across the avenues as easy as his fingers had Google reviews, intent on spending his last night on the road at one of...

Late April, 2024. Motel 6, 1350 W Main St, Barstow, California Her dreams ended the same. With the blast of a shrill trumpet, and the floor giving way beneath her, sending her tumbling into darkness below the stage. She could hear the staccato applause and whooping above grow distant as she careened...

Sometimes, it goes like this: a pearl necklace ripped from a throat. Droplets like tears, a lustrous rain scattering across a slick, black floor. A muted smack of flesh on flesh. A slammed door. Followed by more, in quick succession. A car engine and a feral, anguished scream. But the carpark out ba...