WHIPLASH

October 20, 2018

 

Whiplash. 

Then I found myself 

between the forefinger and thumb 

of the usual 

and the unusual 

and the usually unusable. 

That I might be warm 

burning first editions in an oil drum

or drumming up the hot words 

of a shitty memoir 

with some kind of title that starts with, 

“The life and times of…” 

about the time I was alive 

right before now,

before touching her was arson. 

Breakneck ruin. 

The thing you feel 

right before they inject you

with all the poison in the world. 

She disturbed me 

and I distracted her, 

and together we were 

villainous and electric. 

Flat-out mischief. 

She tore me to shreds 

and never tried 

to put me back together. 

She turned me into herself 

so she could hate me more wholly 

and I said yes so hard 

it gave me whiplash, 

and still does.

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Rush Eby

I'm an American writer, and novelist based out of Franklin Tennessee.

 I spent my early adulthood traveling through Europe and Asia before enlisting in the United States Marine Corps infantry where I attained the rank of Sergeant.

 I'm a marketing executive at

BANDIT MEDIA GROUP

and now contribute articles, essays, and fiction pieces to various publications. 

 My first novel Eat Me is currently in pre-publication and I am now finishing my upcoming book, Fetish.

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