The devil is in the details. In the hands, two, three, four, clutched in an embrace that will eventually die but not for lack of trying. The devil is in all the things she said, all the things he never did. In the quiet building of walls, the stone being carved from...
It has been 60 days. 60 days of turmoil and cotton brain and almost nothing coming to fruition. It had been a hundred days before that of hustle and bustle, of things coming together, of the air being electric. The storm has died, and although I cursed it’s...
In the darkness we covet, heavy breathing the last seconds by telling each other promises. You told me you would build us a house full of flowers that would come to the door in your hand and bathe me in the scent of roses. You said that we were in love forever, you...
They told me a long time ago to cover up, to stop looking at people like that. To avoid as much eye contact as I gave, my eyes made people feel uncomfortable. I never did stop looking, my hands in turn following my eyes and touching everything, feeling everything. The...
We sit in the ashes, fragile as eggshells, pacing the room and trying not to make any noise. We cower from the light and are ashamed of ourselves, ashamed of everything that we have become, afraid of everything that we are. We have taken all the mirrors down from the...
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