Tag Archives: writing
Still searching
Everything had been coming apart for a long time now. She worried there would be absolutely no way to put it all back together. How many fragments in space and time. How many moments had she almost had him in … Continue reading
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
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
I keep finding him
For so long (I don’t even know how long we’ve been at this. Moments? Millenia?) he was always just out of my reach, every time I slipped. I walked into one doorway and out of another; in the inbetween moment … 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