eyelashes flutter, all colors come apart and into focus at once ( Read more... )

spinning in circles around each other
arms spread wide
but crossed once they are stood
facing one another
eyes aligned but in separate directions
both handed a compass
but threw them
from the bridge
then followed
claiming they seemed so
simply
graceful
as they
fell
to
the
water
below.

spitting through the gaps between his rotting teeth ( Read more... )

a silence pounds on the space between her ears ( Read more... )

buried beneath
three feet of soft, wet soil.
dense, constricting,
and leaving throats full to the brim.
packed into the sockets
like animals stuffed with
white cotton,
their stitches pulling at the seam.

o I've gotten to the part in "Diary" (yes, I take forever to finish books, shoot me) where the main character is proposed to by her now deceased husband. Apparently all he needed to do was show her his sloppily pierced nipple (he used a brooch) to snag her. It was at an art gallery that displayed some of her work, AND the first time they had ever ( Read more... )

A cold pressure sweeps over her cheeks ( Read more... )

He stands before me ( Read more... )

Those ( Read more... )

Held by cement at the bottom of a lake ( Read more... )