• Sally commented on the post, auxiliary 6 years, 10 months ago

    Turn like a key,
    like a cog,
    like the burnished apples when you plucked them
    when you spit the seeds into the front lawn
    and bled your smoke from your nostrils,
    I would’ve loved you forever then,
    loved you […]

  • Sally commented on the post, lock 7 years, 9 months ago

    Click.
    The door swung wide, and she stared into the gloom, her candle barely seeming to reach anywhere at all. Her toes were cold against the hardwood, her nightgown seemed thin and useless when faced with the blackness of the room beyond. A roaring silence seeped out.
    She wanted to throw away the key.

  • Sally commented on the post, violet 7 years, 10 months ago

    Her eyes are all flashes and sparks, and he knows what she is thinking. Yes, he knows, he has to know, because he has always known before and so he must know now. She is bleeding out through those eyes, those violet eyes, and he hates what he knows is coming.

  • Sally commented on the post, bow 7 years, 10 months ago

    His body bent at a ninty-degree angle, and then he straightened once more. It was near impossible to keep from kissing him.
    “I’ve missed you, madam, if it’s not too forward of me to say so.” His smile was mischief and mayhem and it rattled her heart.

  • Sally commented on the post, chores 7 years, 10 months ago

    The laundry, warm, soft, smelling of the dryer still. I burrow deep under the shirts and pants and socks and napkins, savoring the vestiges of heat like a cat in a patch of sun. I should be folding, but this is too safe, too cozy. for now, I’ll just lie still and compare my situation […]

  • Sally commented on the post, honest 7 years, 10 months ago

    Burning. In my throat. Choking me. I don’t want to tell you this, but I have to. If I swallow these words, it will kill me. Strike me dead in my sleep.
    “I don’t love you any more.”
    And now that I have said it, I’m afraid the truth will kill me too.

  • Sally commented on the post, wade 7 years, 10 months ago

    The green water is up to my ankles as I turn to call you in. The water is fine. The trees are edging the pond with shade, but the sun beats down, humid and smothering. Come join me, won’t you please.

  • Sally commented on the post, cells 7 years, 11 months ago

    They were grey, gloomy, colder than outside, but that was actually refreshing because the outdoors was at 104 degrees Fahrenheit and rising. He slumped through the barred doors and collapsed on his cot. Relief flooded his body. No further to go. He had hit the wall.

  • Sally commented on the post, belief 7 years, 11 months ago

    This I believe: that love is the closest we will ever get to god.

  • Sally commented on the post, wonder 7 years, 11 months ago

    Stars. The sky opening up, unfolding all above and around me. Two tabs in two hours and my mind is expanding, my body is ceasing to exist, I am becoming one with all as stars fall around me and splash through the earth. I am chaos, compacted. Nothing could be better.

  • Sally commented on the post, smile 7 years, 11 months ago

    The slightest, flickering curve. He wants to kiss those lips, those lips that are mocking him with every second that passes. He wants to kiss them roughly, passionately, devour their sound, their laughter, devour everything they have ever spoken and never stop.

  • Sally commented on the post, embraced 7 years, 11 months ago

    All is cold, and still. The silence of the night is startling, consuming. She stands in his arms, alarmed at the sudden motion, the grasping, the wrapping, the comfort. She is unused to this place.

  • Sally commented on the post, beloved 7 years, 11 months ago

    Coiled around one another, like two snakes in a bed of silk sheets. Her hair is a fan of chocolate curls, haloed ’round her head. Their noses touch, their eyes are shut. She whispers words that remind her of him, over and over.

    Precious.
    Dearest.
    Beloved.

    Beloved.

  • Sally commented on the post, painted 7 years, 11 months ago

    Her eyelids were the color of robin’s eggs, her lips a red not found in nature. They matched her nails. She was a beautiful horror show, a stunning demon. Most women would’ve looked tacky with their face painted so, but she looked mysterious, dangerous.

  • Sally commented on the post, plaid 7 years, 11 months ago

    The skirt was too short, tattered at the hem, with holes in the seams. That was the way he liked it after all. Chess smiled up at her, watching her face as her hips swirled and swayed, as her hands worked the buttons of the white blouse she wore. He licked his lips and smiled, […]

  • Sally commented on the post, chalkboard 7 years, 11 months ago

    The scratching of chalk is too loud on my hungover ears. I am sick of this shit and sick to my stomach. Mr. Thorp is droning on about metaphysics and I am struggling to keep my breakfast down. And that’s when it happens. The door is flung open, and he stumbles in, dressed in black […]

  • Sally commented on the post, radio 7 years, 11 months ago

    It trails through the morning, the soft, fuzzy crooning from my ancient radio. The misty air winds around the notes and soothes me better than anything else. I sway across the porch to where he sits and I kiss the top of his head. He smiles up at me. Another day dawns, cool and perfect.

  • Sally commented on the post, backpack 7 years, 11 months ago

    It was a grey thing, army surplus, and it slumped across her back, mimicking her own posture. She was pale, pretty, lean and long-limbed, with a slow, easy stride. Th pack looked stuffed, with clothes or books or whatever a girl like her might carry. He wanted to say a word to her, but he […]

  • Sally commented on the post, montage 7 years, 11 months ago

    Flash-bang pictures scroll past her eyes. Every image is a separate agony, each grinning face a dagger through her fragile mind. This is all that is left, and all that can injure her.

  • Sally commented on the post, remember 7 years, 11 months ago

    It is as struggle to remember you, to not fumble these memories and fuck up your pretty image in my head. Your face seems a little different each time it springs to my minds eye, you body seems taller or shorter, your mannerisms more or less abrupt and altered than they really were. I try […]