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.
I had been invited, doubtless and determined to tell untrue stories about life after death. No one felt shame for the passing of time.
Junk food travelers, we resemble death. Eyes unabashed, our movements like roses and lace. I watch and it snows.
After her death, I cut out her heart and keep it framed in my study. A solemn oath on her clothes, hair perfectly dangerous eyes, pools of sorrow, in an […]
Named for saints, I was bearing words lovingly. I had seemed capable of killing and I was born in the glamour of crucifixion.
I thought I should equal reason. a logical explanation but the chaos from within my blood suffered so extreme I was afraid of the nightmares.
my skin prickled a fragrance, feminine and jarring, entered the room lavishly decorated with the smell of dread.
the smell of gasoline and the smell of hospitals, a deep breath. she was riding, reckless; all bloody, scattering wickedly rich colors to the floor. her happiest moments.
he watched me. I felt a pleasure and a pain. my heart beats slower and I, like other humans, live briefly, gloriously. I will live in solitude. my life with […]
she left the parlor and moved to a heaven of shadows. alone in thought, the ghosts around her liked darkness. she seduced by darkness watched him through lace curtains, half […]
she doesn’t notice me surrounded by art projects. she just stares and her bones laugh like when fairies dance.
Tender and loving no one better free whispering to her of the witches; an imagination like darkness and inviting her heart of hearts with his hammer and nails to swallow […]
She existed to wait for nothing. Her life lost track of time.
A room, a candle, a horror.. He broke free and looked back at the rare beauty of pain purple and black.
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.
I expect joy and a smile and the warmth of too many souls during daylight hours and a star at night.