We held hands in the dark, and I couldn’t even see you. Continue reading “So I Did”
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Go Fish
Tonight we go around in circles, at three in the morning with the sounds of the city in the background and the hope of something better held between tired fists. Continue reading “Go Fish”
This Is How
This is how Continue reading “This Is How”
What Once Was
If we were to dance, Continue reading “What Once Was”
Hold On To A Moment
I hold on to a moment, far longer than I should, I know. I hold on to a day, or an hour, where you made the world stop, where we were young and beautiful and in love, where we were untouched by our own shortcomings, if only for a moment. Continue reading “Hold On To A Moment”
Paper Clouds
It was gone like a puff of smoke, the kind that happens after you set off a confetti gun. Continue reading “Paper Clouds”
wISH
Empty promises and open bottle litter the floor Continue reading “wISH”
Because You Let Me
I lost.
Love in the palm of my hand I lost. Continue reading “Because You Let Me”
Ghosts
There is a clock in the corner of the kitchen, and I live by it. Continue reading “Ghosts”
Eight Thousand And Seventy Eight Steps For Roses
I smell flowers in the garden. Continue reading “Eight Thousand And Seventy Eight Steps For Roses”
Tornado
I have held old things, in my hands. Continue reading “Tornado”
Zero Point Seven Seconds
There is a Continue reading “Zero Point Seven Seconds”
The Swing At The End Of The World
At the end of the world there is a swing, and it teeters back and forth. Continue reading “The Swing At The End Of The World”
Divide
There has been no great divide here. There have been no swords that have sliced through flesh, nobody has touched anything. Continue reading “Divide”
Circles
We rode around Continue reading “Circles”
Seventeen
This is a story about climbing. Up to the roof where they won’t see, feet on the edge of a cliff, the edge of a cliff on the cusp of the city. Continue reading “Seventeen”
Beautiful Girl
He said “beautiful girl” Continue reading “Beautiful Girl”
Part Apart
Part
The word feels sticky in my mouth
It means to be close to something, but also to be halved, if your part is part of something that is broken.
A part is also apart,
“A”
Without
In deficit of Continue reading “Part Apart”
The Box Outside The Window
Outside the window there sits a box. It has never been opened. It has never left the spot by the front porch, even though the weather has come and gone. It is made of a strong material, something that would appear to last the test of time, or maybe it’s something magical, either way, it has not moved since it was placed there by a man in a grey uniform like so many men in grey uniforms do every day. Continue reading “The Box Outside The Window”
Moon Crisp
Heart in the dark, sitting in the corner waiting for someone to come to the window. Continue reading “Moon Crisp”
The Beginning
The wind came in through the window and made a whistling sound as it shot through the glass. Continue reading “The Beginning”
Grip
If she knew, it was only because the noise in her head had quieted for a moment. Continue reading “Grip”
Fingers Fly
I am in a holed up space barely breathing. My limbs refuse to move and my hands they sit unused on my lap. Continue reading “Fingers Fly”
The Jar Heart
I set aside a time to rage Continue reading “The Jar Heart”
Mirrors
It is seven in the morning, and everything is falling apart. Continue reading “Mirrors”
Yellow
She looks out the window to cold hard skies that scrape the ceiling of the world and fade into the early morning. Continue reading “Yellow”
Tomorrow I Will
There is a man who works in the post office Continue reading “Tomorrow I Will”
Pull
I pull. In and out of it and wrap myself in the thunder that surrounds it. Continue reading “Pull”
Think
They have all forgotten to move or to breathe. Continue reading “Think”
Snow
Loneliness came calling in the dead of night for her. Continue reading “Snow”