Monthly Archives: November 2013
They don't come
“It’s dark now and the fireflies sing but they don’t come down they don’t come down to where I am, where I’ve been and what I can see if I close. I closed at the daylight, only one kind of … Continue reading
They don’t come
“It’s dark now and the fireflies sing but they don’t come down they don’t come down to where I am, where I’ve been and what I can see if I close. I closed at the daylight, only one kind of … Continue reading
Made For
“I can almost–” she breathes, eyes squinched shut behind black lashes laid to pale and cherryspot cheeks as she claws the air, fingertips trembling, hand electrified, splayed as though it could hold all of the everything if only she spread … Continue reading