Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →
Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.
A silver-stringed net tied deep into her shoulder blades a bow-tie nonetheless encroaches on her twists and turns. Her own breath won't control its distance or the sure capacity of its weight. Much like a spider's web glossy and slick sticks to its pray and all of their struggles.
The morning sun peaks through the shades cutting, molding his face. His chest rises and falls. I'm captivated by what my tired eyes think they see. Mosaic art pieced together by shadows and light. I look for those attributes. They calm a nightmare. They lull me to sleep. They make my heart race. Slowly his... Continue Reading →
Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →
On the top of the staircaseher heart crashes against her ribsthe beats get fasterand still nothing has changed.Frustrated, hurt, and confusedshe images punching the wall. Would it hurt? Would the bloody, mangled, and bruised knuckles give her anger meaning? Would the persecution, doubt, and belittlement of others prove to be more than "good intentions"? Would the scares make a... Continue Reading →
Her chest becomes heavy, the breaths are short, and her face is red. The walls inch closer, the voices of others are muffled; the whisper in her head cannot get louder. No matter how hard her voice pushes and scratches through her airway, nothing comes out. Nothing. In the early morning hours she wishes herself... Continue Reading →
If this is that then that is this. The things that go missing can't be missed if they are lost on purpose. Buried and uneven six feet under, "forgiven", forever hearing the baseboards creek. Those wooden planks decompose, a memory grows more distorted and convoluted. Dreams, the eyes cannot forget, even eyelid free. The missing... Continue Reading →
This moment, right now, makes all the difference some how. My eyes open and close at night those moments of darkness, they seem to hold so much more. In my dreams I reach for your voice. Recreating those intonations, those wordless gasps of air. The moments we felt each other’s nonsense. Years have passed. I... Continue Reading →