Daily Archives: November 1, 2014
Beside Her
She slept beside him every night, but could not bring herself to curl close, no matter how cold she was. Not for all the warmth in the world. He had too much rage about him, and it frightened her, even … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Flash
Tagged bed, blue-eyed man, cat, cat jones, catastrophe, catastrophe jones, fiction, flash, flash fiction, grief, jones, loss, love, pieces, sleep, writing
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We Murdered Her
Together, we murdered her, eighteen years ago. We did it without warning, without even noticing. I am wearing her skin, and I walk her around as though her name is mine. I am her ghost, but I am the dead … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged dead, depression, life, murder, poem, poems poetry, right, writing, wrong
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