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Shiver

Uncomfortably cold, she didn’t sleep. She was on her knees, beside the fireplace. The bright warmth of fire and stars made her want to cry. Burning, she shuddered. The heat […]
Shiver

Salvation 

Endless winter, a curious mixture of ghostlike grace, the dark, and patient cold. Their clothes soaked. Shivering, she found the feeling like turning her back on god.
Salvation 

Delicacy 

Wandering in veins, a residue of passion. Our bones remember temping fruits, ancient trees with a knowledge of good and evil. You are here to drink your fill.
Delicacy 

Daybreak

Fire glistens until my eyes crack, wet soaking the sky. The morning sun drinks the burnt parts of my soul, like water. My lips, painful so afraid this burning will […]
Daybreak

Wasted

They are both drunk and she never sleeps. She wanted him against the pillows. Struggling, he didn’t seem to know he was so cold. She could see things. His heart, […]
Wasted

Antithesis

The world is horrible and life is beautiful spoken in the same breath that breathes dark beside light. In comfort, he told me poetry composed the world.
Antithesis

Weight

I loved and I believed all my happiness revolved around his dance his kiss his hands his touch. The air smelled of sunlight and I didn’t want to be here.
Weight

Darken

She was winter and the sun was setting. She knew that she was to die. Would she dream? She didn’t know, yet she was happy with her eyes closed.
Darken

Conclusion

I remembered burning. I softened. His eyes darkened. I struggled, uncomfortable backing toward the door. He shut my mouth and I realized I will not change my mind.
Conclusion

Relinquish 

It was time to recognize courage. She had always dreamed in blood and death, but her story would find people still believe in ghosts and do not suffer a corpse.
Relinquish 

Cliche

We first brought possessions unspecified like a disastrous life, shifting the balance unalterably. School as easy as girlfriends and gossip; a constant ebb and flow of vapid and dull sex […]
Cliche

Hourglass 

I had been invited, doubtless and determined to tell untrue stories about life after death. No one felt shame for the passing of time.
Hourglass 

Bewitch

Something so depressing and deadly serious inside your witchcraft. A voice, hushed and quiet plenty scared and the same feeling as kisses and drugs.
Bewitch