Monthly Archives: June 2014
Beating a Dead Horse
Coming home is always a good thing — he’s felt more centered more grounded, than he’s ever felt in a long damned time. Which, of course, makes his stomach feel like it’s turned to lead, and sinking. Things aren’t wonderful … Continue reading
Scheduled
Monday Someone was knocking at the door again. She could hear the pounding, above the pounding in her head. Someone wanted in, again, but she didn’t have the wherewithal to claw her way out of the bed and get to … Continue reading
Inches
It was just a scrap of fabric, something small and unremarkable in every fashion, save for the fact that the satin trim was only on two sides, instead of all four. It was too small to be anything useful, too … Continue reading
Short and sweet.
You are something precious to me, like rare stones. Small enough to fit their hands, strong enough to break my bones.
What you own
I know you’re out there in the dark night, watching me, drinking up my blood and tears. I know you’re out there, in the cold black, dreaming me, sleeping silent all these years. I am the brilliance of the constellations … Continue reading