spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
A woman holds my hand. I’ve never seen her before but she’s showing me a photograph of a handsome young couple standing in front of a blue Cadillac and now she’s started crying. She keeps asking if I remember him, in the faded photograph,… Continue Reading “Lost Years”
Ray-ray always took extra care when preparing to meet Danny. She used to primp and preen, addressing each curl with precision and care. The dark dreads would stand straight out if she let them. But Danny was worth it. She would apply the hair… Continue Reading “Sometimes Life Does”
it hurts like claws digging inthe betrayalthe wickednessvicious claws tearing, grippingnever letting go it wasn’t just the wordsit was what lay between the wordslies lies lies!and I never saw it comingnever thought it possible how you held my heart in the one handand her… Continue Reading “White Spaces”
you see what you wantyou say I’m a star, blue and distantmaybe you’re not entirely wrongI may be distantbut the cold shoulder isn’t without reasonthe closer I draw inyour gravity, as such, is a magnetI’m drowningor at leastI would beif not for the cold… Continue Reading “Say What You Will”
What started as wild molten nights of passion quickly cooled to black flows of cracked obsidian ERUPTIONS It began with sweet lyrics Staying up far too late Everything she wanted to hear Flowing forth from his saccharine lips (The same ones she loved to… Continue Reading “Cracked Obsidian (life & death of a volcano)”
Ten years. Damn. It doesn’t feel like ten years. My body remembers. Remembers like it was a few months ago. My chest remembers. The ache. The brokenness. The questions. The tears… oh god, the tears. Somehow it was my fault, I’m sure of it.… Continue Reading “Ten Years”
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