All I wanted was to grow old together; but it was not about what I wanted, it was about what we needed. I worked and worked, grinding the wheat of my soul into grain, a grain to feed you so that you would be stronger, but it wasn't enough. We all fade away in the end, and you were closer to the smoke, the mist than anyone else I ever knew, maybe ( Read more... )

Cycling through photos, it seems like such a long time ago, in some foriegn lands that had perfumed air and singing seemed to float upon the breeze. I went into the desert and came back, but no one wanted to take me in, so I built a home from branches, from mud, from the earth itself and I live there, now and forever. I listen to the chattering of ( Read more... )

They speak of battles, of blood, of glory, of defeat, of vindication and rights wronged. They speak around the fire, the shadows thrown and fluttering with the wind off the howling white desert stretching around us in all directions, the true points of the compass long since expanded beyond the finite reach of our comprehension. We are flaccid at ( Read more... )

We gathered at dawn, all of us with our hearts beating muted in our breasts, our breathing pluming out in the cold, dense air, a cloud descending upon the landscape. We knew our duty and we knew our fates, we were a cloud, pregnant with meaning and fury, we were to be the future they whispered, we were the fate, the hope of our lands, but we were ( Read more... )

It's been two summers since we last spoke, should I burn all the letters you sent me, or should I keep them in the same drawer in my bureau? You have written in a long time, it seems so much longer, like an eternity of a soundless violence. I set in my deck chair on the porch and watch the sunset, my never ending summers of love, except all I do is ( Read more... )

I would give anything to have you back, but I can't fake that, I'm sorry.

I awoke upon some strange and alien hilltop, looking up at the foriegn stars with a bleary uncertainty. I wondered about my location out loud and was greeted by the silence filling the gulf that my words have carved into the air temporarily. I do not remember falling asleep, I do not remember leaving my apartment, so where was I and how did I get ( Read more... )

Inside of you, buried beneath the layers of muscles, dry inside the ocean of your blood, warm with the the pulsing and writhing of your organs sits your bones. I can feel it from a million miles away, the way your skeleton moves, how it pokes out at certain parts, how the angles of your collarbone, how the lengths of your fingers, how the clicking ( Read more... )

Bent over, reeling from the bombardment overhead, thundering us and causing our heads to shake and shudder, our brains tiny porcelain cups and saucers falling from the china hutch. We tinkle and break open with fear, rattling around in the throes of panic. Albert and Thomas are the only ones strong enough to sit near the lip of the trench, their ( Read more... )

Under the flickering of gaslight, I am standing, waiting, whispering to the cold air that slips along the streets, my streets, our streets. I have turned up my collar to meet my hair, to form a more solid defense from the chill, to protect myself so that I will not freeze at the edges, the border of my own body. I listen to the sounds, the soft ( Read more... )