I sit in the dark and I overlook chrome. Cold hard shells holding thousands hoping that being here will inject them with life. I sit in front of a dated screen, blue light coming off of it, dinging me with responsibilities on the minute. I quit. I sit in front of the...
They say there is a time in the middle of the night called the magic hour. It’s the hour when the night owls are already asleep, but the early risers have yet to wake. Magic hours, empty vessels of the morning. We pass them by, daily in fact, dreaming old old...
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...
He stopped loving her today, and not for any particular reason. She turned to him in the morning, same as always, and it had just vanished. That thing that would sit in his throat and warm him on cold nights had vacated, leaving him in the dark while the sun was...
In the wake of the evening the light hits the water, and the darkness is falling slowly. She has come here seeking some sort of purpose, a purpose she is sure not to get. Her round body is sinking in the water, and the moon’s reflection ripples as she puts her hands...
Breathe in the silence of the things we lost, the things we took at cost and everything in between. See the women in the white dresses with big diamonds on their fingers and play to the crown of onlookers that give adoring eyes and tell you she’s perfect. Look at the...
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