• H commented on the post, idiots 2 years, 11 months ago

    We were foolish to believe that we could outrun it. Looking back, I think it followed us. It followed us on the skinny pathways through the forest, attached itself to our softened voices. It followed us past my tearful evenings tucked away in the darkness you refused to allow reign. It followed us closely while I listened to the quiet in your…[Read more]

  • H commented on the post, rested 2 years, 11 months ago

    The pulse in my skull is what is keeping me still. I need to let these hours go by me without another word to laden them. These words get me into trouble.

  • H commented on the post, continued 2 years, 11 months ago

    And we continue with these restless nights, though now they’re restless by our wit and will. We’ll lie awake. We’ll lie awake until slumber shuts us out and we’ll rouse wildly, wondering whether our wiles will find us wrapped up in each other again at sun fall.

  • H commented on the post, continued 2 years, 11 months ago

    And so these warm and languid nights betwixt blankets continue. I’ll lie here with the hours breaking down before me, disintegrating under the weight of passing seconds. My eyes are open first, then closed, and maybe open again. I’ll ask dawn to stay caged on the opposite end of the earth just so I can melt here for one minute longer.

  • H commented on the post, specific 2 years, 11 months ago

    I’ve been told that pattern recognition is a specific type of intelligence. So I trace the triangles on the heirloom rug with my eyes until my vision starts to stipple and darkness encroaches my view. Patterns.

  • H commented on the post, institute 2 years, 11 months ago

    This is the climate in which we break. The institution of loss is intrinsic in us–we are never without the weight of it. We lose things and we fight to gain them back, to gain them better. Always better the next time. Always getting better.

  • H commented on the post, institute 2 years, 11 months ago

    This institution is puzzling–the way we asked our questions into dead air. Funny how the responses we heard were only echoes coming back to us.

    Not funny ha ha, of course, but funny sad. Funny deflated. Funny I-don’t-know-where-to-go-from-here.

    We should have asked more questions, then. We should have allowed our intellect to measure…[Read more]

  • H commented on the post, iron 2 years, 12 months ago

    “There is nothing,” he crooned, eyes drawn to iron. He was intent on ruining. Intent on tyranny. She watched in fascination as the storm of him swelled.

  • H commented on the post, steps 2 years, 12 months ago

    Something about the trajectory of this thing makes makes you shudder. You can close your eyes to it as often as you’d like–there’s no transgression in that. The silence will help you breathe. But the facts remain, regardless of your despaired attempts to rid yourself of the thing. They exist, these facts. They reside somewhere in your mind where…[Read more]

  • H commented on the post, dawn 2 years, 12 months ago

    Two dawns in a dimly lit room. I was wrapped up, but this time prepared for the retreat. My unshakable sense of anguish. Shame! Your shame is an insidious thing and I swear I mean it when I say I wish it weren’t clawing at your back.

  • H commented on the post, fractured 3 years ago

    Here’s the thing: brokenness is hard to maintain. Your body wants to heal itself; it works tirelessly to repair the emblazoned fissures on your sorrowful heart and the loneliness embedded in your bones. To stay broken, you must invest time. You must invest energy. You must commit to sadness and your body will loathe you before the end of it all.…[Read more]

  • H commented on the post, haunt 3 years ago

    He’s the kind of ghost that lingers. The smell of him present in the quiet, unassuming slant of early morning light. You remember the discomfort of his fingertips, the sigh of his voice curling outward from his terrorized chest. The eyes of his that closed against the protestations you couldn’t comprehend. You were restlessly trying to make sense…[Read more]

  • H commented on the post, changes 3 years ago

    They’ll tell you that all the pain in life comes from the waiting, the wanting, and the wondering. I’ve been waiting for some time. I’ve been waiting and I’ve been aching, but I am no longer waiting for YOU. How the ebb of this tide cleanses me.

  • H commented on the post, changes 3 years ago

    The ease of this morning without him in it. The quiet! It’s is fascinating, isn’t it? Your becoming entangled in the shreds of him. You will breathe better now, your chest will expand with the peace of it. It won’t be long. You will let this fall away from you, reclaiming the handfuls you took from one another. His hands were always bigger than…[Read more]

  • H commented on the post, slideshow 3 years ago

    I’ll tell you what—you only have minutes. These minutes pass and they’re high before they’re low or they’re low before they’re high. Sometimes they stay low and, you can dream and maybe you should, but I’ll tell you what—they rarely stay high. You’ve got this array of minutes. They don’t ask you whether they should disappear, but they always will.

  • H commented on the post, worth 3 years ago

    You weigh the cost, and you weigh the benefit. The investment of your time. You carve it out and fold it neatly, making sure the creases are crisp. You’ve paid for this. It’s a business deal, this investment of time. This investment of space. It has occupied you for weeks. Your heart has started and stopped and you’ve puzzled over the scant…[Read more]

  • H commented on the post, lint 3 years ago

    SpLINTered underneath her gaudy resolve, her loneliness ached. “Silence is good,” she whispered as the chilled air caught her breath. She closed her eyes against the solitude of it.

  • H commented on the post, degree 3 years ago

    “To what degree are you willing to accept this loneliness?” His features softened at the question. She didn’t need to scrutinize him to know his heart was beating faster. She gazed out the window to give him privacy.

  • H commented on the post, perspective 3 years ago

    “We want different things,” she sighed as he snarled and clawed at the facade.

  • H commented on the post, safeguard 3 years ago

    “We’ll have to put a safeguard in place,” he said coolly as he brushed her loose hair away from her cheek. “I’ll try my best not to hurt you.” The lilting notes in his voice caught in the quiet of the place, lingered like moths atop the dusty shoulders of forgotten overcoats. She shuddered to know he was lying.