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Skeletons in the Closet: Part 3 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Deep. Deep in the dungeon of the boy’s father’s closet, he stood. The smell finally turned his stomach sour and he vomited. With all his might he gathered the strength to find a way to break the boy free. On a table, filled with many blades and other torture weapons, some keys sat. The boy grabbed the keys and tried each one until he was able to unshackle the emaciated boy.
“The man with the empty eyes! He will find us and kill us!” the emaciated boy fell in to the little boy’s arms.
When the police arrived, so did most of the town, screaming and shouting, validation of his father’s evil torture. Several young boys had been missing for some time. The poor emaciated boy, the father’s son found, was the only boy left. All the others had suffered the most horrible deaths and there was no reason given to the police for the horrible crimes by the boy’s father. He just sat silently as the home was investigated. Several skeletons were removed from the closet in body bags. Parents saw their…

You Make Me Sick (Louis Toliver Jr.-Monroe, LA)

Leaning over the toilet again 
I'm sick from having you  Only fools, can your love win   What's a fool in love to do? 
But you don't want my love Leftovers instead of monogamy I can't be touched without a glove  Your virus eats each part of me 
The way you tease my heart  My stomach is full of your shit I'm too much in love to fart I'm on the floor stuck in your pit 

Skeletons in the Closet: Part 2 (Louis Toliver Jr- Monroe, LA)

As the boy walked into the darkness of his father’s closet, a horrible odor punched the boy’s nose. It was something he never smelled before and it instantly caused fear. But this wasn’t your average boy, fear propelled him forward. He had to know what was in his father’s closet.
Time passed and so did more darkness. The boy wondered if his mother would suspect his absence. But, she was oblivious to anything that didn’t involved pleasing her husband and only her husband, as the father stressed the Bible said. This caused her to forget she had a child at times. The boy understood this already at a young age.
All of a sudden, his face ran smack into something, hard. A wall, he assumed. He felt around until he touched a knob and then turned it. The door opened and a sinister, red light covered his face. He entered a dungeon of some sort. There were decaying corpses of young human bodies. Some seemed recent, all male, young boys.
He heard an unpleasant moan from the only lively, little sou…

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Notes on Loving Ourselves (Vol. 1) (R.E.) (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

…on the self
I’ve never told my friends I couldn’t stand myself most of the time, so I got a therapist some of the time. It helps. I’m more human than I thought.
Every time I looked in a mirror I saw a new flaw or the old flaws had gotten worse. I needed a change. I gave all the mirrors in my house to Goodwill.
It worries me sometimes that I think of suicide. But when I play my guitar it makes me want to live. That means something and I am going to pursue it.
…on relationships
I am a horrible parent. I don’t want to spend time with my kids because I am scared of the responsibility. This is a step forward that I admitted this to myself.
My ex-boyfriend hit me. I realized my standards were low and I told him that to his face before I left. I don’t plan on living my life with his problems.
When I was a kid I was molested. I told my girlfriend that was the reason why I had such a hard time showing her affection. Since then, I hug more.