beckystillwins : Writing

Mommy Slurs Goodnight

Mommy Slurs Goodnight

A Story by beckystillwins


The bottle of beer was empty, but I kept tipping it, expecting more. “Didn’t they tell me that is the definition of insanity? Repeating th..
Spin

Spin

A Story by beckystillwins


I remember spinning. Granted the smoldering joint lent a fuzzy haze to the experience, but the car spun. “Sandblasted Skin” brayed through..
Suburbia

Suburbia

A Poem by beckystillwins


Surfing the sky through the leafy canopy. Trailing along coos and squawks and relentless traffic. Breathing baked dog s**t. Gross. I’m out.