I couldn’t breathe underwater and I felt bitter about sleep. I jumped into the green and found myself at the bottom of the sea. I wanted to sit and reflect […]
You light a candle and it reminds me of the kind of sunlight we found tragic, like fire scorching the trees and the blood of sunsets. Our wine spills red […]
Irresistible, the sun shines through the trees. With her heart pounding, she reached out and tried to touch the light. Blazing, a cascade of candlelight and such a deep gold, […]
She was falling drinking all the time, so eager to drown her misery. The tragedy of Ophelia, again, floating with flowers and dead leaves in her hair. The water, perfumed […]
At the end of the shadows, looking for an escape, she peered out of herself and whispered, “Is this a prison?”
You exist pinned to the mirror while letters pile up like time and birthdays.
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.
Behind the glass is frigid ice and wind, entwined in silhouettes, shadows, and the blue veins of pale skin; translucent marble, a polished winter.
I had been invited, doubtless and determined to tell untrue stories about life after death. No one felt shame for the passing of time.
I flaunt my darkness and threaten to bring you with me. Do not be afraid, love. You have not lived if you have never existed in the dark.
The city at night like ashes beneath the evergreens. This beautiful universe lives within me. A confession of love, calling my name yet I, we, are flawed corrupt and soulful Loving […]
His gaze leaving me troubled, unguarded. I withstand the sun. I wanted to save him. His own voice from deep within his soul, a comfort like his embrace.
she was stretched out, trembling naked flowers caught in her hair like Ophelia and she stared at nothing, ashamed.
and you had me at wilting flowers bic lighters as you show me how to smoke. can you teach me how to kiss instead?
Tenderly, I embrace sleep.
Close your eyes, just touch him. Concentrate on pleasure, on the tingle of desire; a spark, so soft. The natural attraction of graceful sin and scent. I kissed him, soft my […]