Tag Archives: memory
Don’t go
I can taste you, still, if I close my eyes. I can remember all the fires we set. I can feel the blood and broken glass. If I cry out for you, I know you can hear me. Will you … Continue reading
How many times has she fallen?
Down the front stoop blush and get back up Down the stairs grimace and get back up Up the stairs sneer and get back up Out of the chair sigh and get back up Off the bar laugh and get … Continue reading
The last of her
She’s on the slab when I walk in; they’re finishing the last of her. I watch them put the tiny french knots at her lips to hold the dimpled smile in place. I run my fingers through what is left … Continue reading
On the floor
The rattle of her lungs made her rethink about picking herself up off the floor; she laid there, with her left cheek pressed to the cement, blinking slowly, trying to focus on the boots of the man who stood over … Continue reading