Tag Archives: writing
Inches
It was just a scrap of fabric, something small and unremarkable in every fashion, save for the fact that the satin trim was only on two sides, instead of all four. It was too small to be anything useful, too … Continue reading
What you own
I know you’re out there in the dark night, watching me, drinking up my blood and tears. I know you’re out there, in the cold black, dreaming me, sleeping silent all these years. I am the brilliance of the constellations … Continue reading
To Hold On
When they came for her, she ran. She ran like she was made for running. She ran like hunted deer ran. She ran like hungry wolves ran. She ran like a river, like a fire through dry brush. She ran, … Continue reading
Remember the time I flew?
Remember the time I ran for the edge of the roof and leapt off? Your heart stopped, and your eyes shut down, and you barely watched me. I flew. I flew. I flew, and I hung in the air like … Continue reading
Bleeding Out
First cut, to bite deep into the bracelets of fortune; second cut, to lay open the fault lines; third cut, to make it like a hat trick. How many times must I show you the insides of everything I have … Continue reading