Tag Archives: poem
Cold Goodbye
The knifesharp of a cold goodbye is more than just a stabbing, a flutterdown slice to separate breath from bone. My safeword is hidden from you; I have decided to keep it for myself, which means I alone hold both … Continue reading
I Could Title This But I’ll Still Hate You, Either Way
If I were sympathetic, I feel as though you might like me more. If I could show you a certain amount of pity, rather than seem apathetic, you might be less angry with me. I am, however, only empathetic, and … Continue reading
I Could Title This But I'll Still Hate You, Either Way
If I were sympathetic, I feel as though you might like me more. If I could show you a certain amount of pity, rather than seem apathetic, you might be less angry with me. I am, however, only empathetic, and … Continue reading
Love and War
She had that kind of smile that was piercing; once it fixed on you, you were going to be broken, no matter how iron your will, no matter how strong your shield. She did not slip a dagger between the … Continue reading
Safety Glass
When he is at his most fragile, when he is at his breaking point, he must always remember: if he is broken, he is good for little more than cutting anyone who reaches out to him. If he is to … Continue reading