They have all forgotten to move or to breathe. They have all forgotten to dance and to be swift and cunning and electric. They have forgotten that I existed once in this space where quiet voices heard and wanted and desired me. I have forgotten how to exist among...
Loneliness came calling in the dead of night for her. It crept up into her bed and made it cold, it hummed with the empty space. “The quiet will be the death of me.” She knew this, and yet her feet remained anchored, the television remained off, the...
If you listen closely you can hear the churning. It hums in the night while we are sleeping, dull roars we have become accustomed to, the quiet clacking of things moving as they should, in circles without anyone giving it a moments notice. I asked for someone to give...
It would seem that we have arrived at an impasse. Us, you and me, stuttering along through this thing that we are meant to call “us” but somehow feels more like a you and a me and some sticky tape that is pulling at our skin uncomfortably. We have been re-glued so...
I want to be like water. Water has a quiet power, an ever-realized presence, a sound with no force, an ability to move and be solid. If I could be water I would slide through your cracks, inhibit your crevices and then become solid within them. I would vaporize so...
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