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She put her hand into the crook between my thigh and my knee. “I’ll be here.” The words didn’t hold any meaning yet. I barely knew her, but certainly knew her well enough to hear the empty echo of her words, the hollow cavern she spoke from.
» Posted By aria autumn On 03.24.2015 @ 9:14 pm
She swung her legs off of the chair. She was starving, but the carnage of leftover chinese food containers around her living room made her stomach turn. “What have I been doing for the past seventy-two hours?”
» Posted By aria autumn On 03.15.2015 @ 7:29 pm
I traded postcards for the times I could not see your face through the bathroom window, looking cooly through the glass as I brushed my teeth, combed my hair. I listened through the walls for your feet shuffling dirt along the sidewalk, for the sound of your back knocking gently against your knee, but only found an empty august morning, the street being brushed clear by the wind.
» Posted By aria autumn On 10.23.2014 @ 11:18 pm
She’s not allowed to say it aloud, don’t you see? She’s fidgeting, turing her pleats over her hands, she’s finding it incredibly hard to breathe–she cannot see herself with me. Not aloud. Not in site. She will not allow herself to put sound to her thoughts, to our thoughts, to our hands intertwined.
» Posted By aria autumn On 08.03.2014 @ 6:27 pm
The last speck of laughter tumbled lightly from her lips and into the shallow pool of the morning announcements.
» Posted By aria autumn On 07.16.2014 @ 9:47 pm
The salt air chewed at her hands like the cold winter winds she had left behind in New York. “I’ve spent a lot of time thinking of you,” she mumbled.
» Posted By aria autumn On 07.06.2014 @ 11:45 pm
Gentle moment on the green roof of a cold and dusty house–the one we left behind. I’ve never read silence quite like I could in your face that night in the gentle murmur of our laughter–all too loud and all too quiet under such bright moonlight.
» Posted By aria autumn On 07.04.2014 @ 10:25 pm
Pounding on the door but I would not let her in, not with the words misspelled and misshapen like a drunken tattoo on the back of my hand–she would know, she would see the faint tear-stained pages that I could not erase and could not repeat.
» Posted By aria autumn On 06.22.2014 @ 10:34 pm
Your mercy reminded me of the faint flicker before the candle blows out–that last inhale of breath before giving up and floating away as a smokey memory.
» Posted By aria autumn On 05.03.2014 @ 5:04 am
The last quiet crumb of laughter sailed gently from her lip. There were no windows, no hint of light to flick across her eyes.
» Posted By aria autumn On 05.01.2014 @ 9:12 am
I won’t relieve you–not if you’re leaving us. Not if you’re leaving me here. A bitter pit of what you chewed away.
» Posted By aria autumn On 04.28.2014 @ 3:44 pm
This–this all choked. It coughed, it hovered, it burst forth, it thrashed, it wept thoroughly and then it subsided into stillness.
» Posted By aria autumn On 04.23.2014 @ 2:02 pm
Could you speak a little louder please? I cannot hear you over the sound of the sun glaring through my window and the small specks of dust clouding my eyes.
» Posted By aria autumn On 04.13.2014 @ 4:58 pm
The violin sat still in the corner. One night, she sang. One night, tactless and tipping over her own stilettos, she would hear me.
» Posted By aria autumn On 04.09.2014 @ 2:42 pm
I challenged her in her office; plucked and prodded and nipped at her heels until her graying head swayed gently back and forth in disapproval.
» Posted By aria autumn On 03.10.2014 @ 4:11 pm
The crickets chirped through the crisp night air like a willow rustling against the small, seamlessly beautiful stucco wall. I wasn’t exactly enthused about the letter on the nightstand, but I wasn’t going to let it lay under the lamp’s sleepy glow without at least giving it the benefit of a once-over.
» Posted By aria autumn On 03.05.2014 @ 5:48 am
The bowtie was nestled atop a loose shirt button that he had meant to tighten, but had forgotten, as he forgets many things. He forgot to take a quick peek in the mirror, forgot to take out the trash, forgot to kiss his daughters goodbye before he let himself out.
» Posted By aria autumn On 02.28.2014 @ 11:00 am
She was seated in the second row, three chairs from the cushion with the bluish stain from an old painting accident. But she didn’t know you, yet. She didn’t know the rotting walls of the lecture hall where you spent half your nights and snippets of your days.
» Posted By aria autumn On 02.25.2014 @ 2:57 pm
Broken through the translucent skin stretched tight across her face I saw the milky white tip of a dislocated canine tooth, reaching like a talon into the stale air of the hospital.
» Posted By aria autumn On 02.18.2014 @ 6:50 pm
Derailed. The discussion we thought we were having was derailed by the sweet-tongued bluebird on the windowsill singing the song we hadn’t heard since summer’s passing. She said “show me your lowest mark,” and I pulled out my arm for her to rest her palm.
» Posted By aria autumn On 02.17.2014 @ 5:02 am
There was a spiral notebook sprawled casually across the desk she left behind. I’ve never been one for snooping, but the faint scent of old coffee and the echinacea lotion she used to rub along the lines of her hands drew me so near I could almost see her hovering above the scratchy script scrawled onto the pages.
» Posted By aria autumn On 02.12.2014 @ 7:17 am
I confided in her–a sunflower seed dropped sweetly into a garden of damp earth and sweet, unfiltered light. “This is too far,” she reminded. She chided me for my candor.
» Posted By aria autumn On 02.09.2014 @ 12:46 pm
In chapter one I left her to become a better friend. I ran my hand through my hair and caught the small specks of dust that had gathered from my prolonged stay indoors. I could not hear her calling.
» Posted By aria autumn On 01.20.2014 @ 8:46 am
She was a bourbon girl. Right down the feeling of tall grass between her toes and the wind through the wheat fields in summer, she could feel her home on a southern fleck of landscape run through her.
» Posted By aria autumn On 01.09.2014 @ 9:14 pm
Across the street, the girl put her feet in the freezer. I stared at her house, the speckles and flakes of rotting wood slowly climbing down the windows, the door frame.
» Posted By aria autumn On 01.07.2014 @ 12:25 pm
Smiling, I let her go. She flew up into the wind, carried to a place I will never see. It was winter, and the clouds covered the entire sky–blank and unforgiving.
» Posted By aria autumn On 01.06.2014 @ 5:10 pm
The world stopped at her tousled hair and the sunshine on the windowsill. I never thought of flannel pajamas as particularly exotic but this morning, imbued with the smells of our unslept hours, they were intoxicating.
» Posted By aria autumn On 09.25.2013 @ 10:30 am
The morning glories hung gracelessly limp on the front porch. His cowboy boots couldn’t kick this mood up and into a whistle or a tune; we were silent.
» Posted By aria autumn On 08.13.2013 @ 1:35 pm
Justified? Resolved, at best. Picking a toothpick from the restaurant jar; that’s rather alarming, is it not? The pink stain and the green teeth and the children sneaking back and forth from their tables to steal tiny red and white candy mints. I suppose we’ll take the check, please.
» Posted By aria autumn On 08.10.2013 @ 11:20 am
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I want to be hipster skinny. The desire wasted her thoughts for the rest of the day as she seemed to pass by every gap-thighed girl with a beanie and a poorly dyed hair on the side of the street smoking cigarettes only slightly skinnier than their slender fingers.
» Posted By aria autumn On 08.06.2013 @ 7:24 am