Monthly Archives: August 2014
Last Time
The last time I came undone for you had to be the last time for everything. I would not be your mistress, and I could not be your wife. I had to be your undoing.
What did you see?
I took a breath and there it was this flash of more than everything that I had ever wanted while the music box is playing I have all these eyes all these ways of watching the world from stars on … Continue reading
Bleed
Aching and tenuous, falling and splintering. Bone breaking. We are red and on the floor, puddling and sticky. I am a bullet hole and you are a smoking gun.
The Autumn Queen No. 6 – The Lost Prince
This is #6 of The Autumn Queen — if you need to, start at the very beginning. PREVIOUS * * * The moon was dark that night. Everything out on the fields flickered bronze and gold in the light of … Continue reading
Why's it Always You?
She stood high, watching out over the city. A sugary smoke fell to ash undisturbed, forgotten between her fingers. He blinked long-lashed eyes and breathed in all the scents surrounding her, smoke and rain, city street and burnt gasoline, wet … Continue reading