Tag Archives: writing
Anger
Heat. He sits up suddenly, blinking in the dark, his eyes wide. Had something been chasing him? What just happened? The normal fog of dreams wasn’t dissipating — it hadn’t been there. Something real, then, if only in the corners … Continue reading
Searching
She stands at the edge of a place that is familiar and yet of course it isn’t. The parking garage is tall enough that if she wanted to, it could be over. She stands up there and looks out over … Continue reading
I keep finding her
I’m too late. I’m too late every goddamned time. I see her in the bottom of the bathtub, looking like she’s soaked in wine, her clothes and hair dyed faded rust-copper. I saw her on the tracks, crumpled and scattered … Continue reading
Reach Down
Cut it loose, cut it free. Reach down and pull up, grasping at the base, at the root of it. Curl your fingers around and squeeze. Pull. Reach down and grab hold, lift. You plucked the heart of me out … Continue reading
This is what it's like to fall in love
Bullets tore through the air, lighting up the dark as though punching through so fiercely it bled fire. He could hear guitar, hear her playing, somewhere on an endless loop; it was designed to make him falter, make him wonder. … Continue reading