Eclectic electric lights shatter the space in strobe, fragments the people only to prove them whole again. And reaching out for you feels like falling in slow motion only to resume time when your hand’s in mine once more. “Two,” I say, and my head rolls away as... Continue Reading →
It's been three weeks to the day Since last your lips lay upon my heart Since those thumbs pressed against my bones And my ribcage aches with the knowledge That all that should grow in your wake Shall be fed with the loss of our love. So while the tendrils tread forth To permeate gossamer... Continue Reading →
Approaching the glass, my heart pounded, and stopped altogether once I saw him — A slim, pale figure offset by deep blue, carved in a manner that defied any one shape, and instead accentuated the slight movements between his still frame. His limbs flowed gently past perimeters of placements that housed him, extending his surroundings, crafting... Continue Reading →
I was in love with her mind. Her full lips shaped the quiet words that so rarely she spoke, but so often were filled with knowledge beyond her years; She was how I imagined myself to be Only smarter, fuller, with a smile more wary; But I held the upper ground on empathetic comprehension; I... Continue Reading →
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