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 […]
The earth was fallen. We could not be rescued, but he knew trust was the seed of evil, whispering in men’s ears promises of comfort. I lay under the stars […]
she walked in soaked boots so worn I saw winter.
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 […]
Outcast and lonely, she seemed to enjoy the cold. Her eyes closed beside warm fires, sleeping soft and beautiful. The night became morning with obscure references for hope.
At the end of the shadows, looking for an escape, she peered out of herself and whispered, “Is this a prison?”
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 […]
I started home. I pulled. I broke. It cracked. I breathed in the utter stillness of sunlight, warm honey, and skin. Slowly, I could feel elegant pain and a delicate […]
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.
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 am soothed by biting winds, sheets of ice killing frost and tranquil, stagnant cold. Nature reveals the inward winter of my soul is transient as the changing seasons. the rolling […]
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.