Tag Archives: memory
Not Quite 'That Color'
Somewhere well far and absolutely beyond dog-ass-tired, as well as mud-covered, bruised, and bleeding, Joel leans back against the alley wall and looks up at the sky. It’s not quite gone ‘that color’, the one that means it’s nearly morning, … Continue reading
Like You Once Did
Love me like you once did, when I was the only word on your lips, the only prayer on your tongue. Love me like you once did, when I was the only star you wished on, the only dream in … Continue reading
The Old Apartment
When I walk into her rooms, they’re a wreck. I should have known it would be, but I’m still somewhat surprised by the level of filth that always managed to accumulate, and the way she lived in it, without caring. … Continue reading
Last Note
* * * Heart in her throat, she sat on the back of the couch and kept her arms wrapped around the guitar. She had been playing, aching for hours now, callused fingers against fret and string, breath caught, muscles … Continue reading
A little less alone
Fresh from the kill she stumbles forward, mind racing, blood rushing, hands trembling, knees weak. First one, and it makes something in her stomach lurch, something in her heart break. It will be that way the next time, and the … Continue reading