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Yearning

Very seductive, like caramel… Her eyes longed for touch. The dark, a nightly hell, whispered not to worry about fire.
Yearning

Discolor

A room, a candle, a horror.. He broke free and looked back at the rare beauty of pain purple and black.
Discolor

Astray

Heat of morning, breeze light and hesitant. Trying to will her home. Down the steps, past the kitchen drinking coffee and the spiral bound notebooks she loved. 
Astray

Living

The ghost was a moment and the door locked like a plastic garbage can. She was glimmering white marble remembering, dreaming, and dancing to angels.
Living

Vice

surprising, your empty bullets and blood soaked carpet instill within me thoughts of candlelight dinners, hot baths, rose gardens… a romanticized violence; I trail my fingers across sharp silver. can […]
Vice

Forest Walks

bare feet uneven paths and calm walks in the woods the willows telling stories and apples. the slick moss covered the creek, an old blanket. lacy branches and crawling before […]
Forest Walks

Fearless

All dark and light burned in the old cemetery, damp and cold encouragement. The cold sky, visible and you’re not afraid of anything. everything. 
Fearless

Escapism

The voice of the past, she could not understand a secret tongue. My darling was waiting for her. She dreamed and knew dread, singing poetry beautiful and perfectly formed.
Escapism

Heat

To die for dreams and feelings. The glass glittered in fire and it was fatal attraction.
Heat

Guided

Desperately, the questions burning. Her mind had freely taken control. Just as angry, she would collapse. Better not to feel, to stay gold.
Guided

Terror

Breathed deeply and fallen in, so deep, screaming. Haunted, a ghost, dead and forgotten. Eyes huge and dark like an owls. 
Terror

Youth

Self-indulgent, I could be unhappy my veins, blood. my lungs, air. It soothed me like melting crayons like blood pacts and teenage novels.
Youth

Love Letters

Memories of her lover, hunted by her past. She was always cut by sharp delusions, the experience. She doesn’t answer my letters. I loved her.  
Love Letters