Yesterday I went to the supermarket to pick up dinner and found myself wandering around the floral department. You see I had purchased a small bouquet of flowers a few months ago and when they died they had dried in the most beautiful way that they stayed fully intact and simply looked like they were…
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Different Love
I am the woman you fear because he loved me different He loved me in a way that you wish you understood He loved me in a way that spoke to the cosmos because no other language on this earth could explain it He loved me in a way that words could only begin to…
A Moment III
“Are you happy?” he asked. She looked across the table at this man that was once her could have been. God he was handsome. She leaned her head thoughtfully to the right. “Yeah,” she responded matter of factly. “I am…. It’s easy. Being with him is just easy. I’m not exactly used to it.” He…
Letters She’ll Never Send II
&& in the orange twilight, as I catch my breath for the first time in weeks, all I can think of is you
Dream Invader
as darkness falls and blackness crawls he reappears night after night without reason, without right breaking through every barrier spreading his sensory disease, nostalgia, he’s a viral carrier even in slumber my body shifts flailing and flopping my minds eye taking apart our time, clipping and cropping his invasion? implanted scenes, his nightly creations beneath…
Letters She’ll Never Send
I asked the Universe why there is an incessant pull to and towards you since we’ve met. And even though she stubbornly refused to answer me, I figured some things out on my own. Here’s the thing. I could really, genuinely be with you . Doesn’t make sense, I feel weird saying it, and quite…
Call Me Alice
I lose myself sometimes. • Like the Hatter says to Alice, I lose my muchness. • I forget what it’s like at the top of the rabbit hole because I am so busy looking up I cannot see how far I have already come and that I am almost out on the other side of…
Airless Breath
But how? How is it that you, mylove, are the deepest breath and the harshest exhale all at one time? Standing next to you is the first time I breathe. All day. Yet somehow there doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room. I sigh in relief at the feeling of your skin on…
The Missadventure Chronicles 