Through the day, and through the night… She knitted, relentlessly. Thread over, thread under, she joined her memories, rolling them patiently around the long pointy needles. Watching the warm colors of her loves complementing the cold feeling of her blues, and the blackness of her lonely days. She followed no partern, needed no…… Continue reading Knitting…
via Daily Prompt: Foggy Eyes closed, she enjoyed the pleasant feeling of the water between her scapulas… The hot stream, shooting from the nozzle massaged her cramped upper back nicely, and she was slowly dozing off, nonchalantly leaning on the head rest. She loved thermal spas… Especially during the winter. She could’ve spent her…… Continue reading Foggy…
I wore your bruises proudly… It was an honor being hurt by you.
Melting down, back to fit the mold… Little do they know I have learnt to lie, along the years. Fitting, not in my dictionary. Not anymore.
Les derniers échos, les dernières notes suspendues, pendues. Les derniers échos, la mélodie imprimée sur son cou, le coup du destin, les échos battant la mesure du temps, attends… L’habit de son âme, couvert de longues plumes un dernier désir, accordé à sa silhouette sur le carrelage un dernier écho, un dernier hommage.…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
On the finest paper, with my most precious fountain pen, dipped in the richest ink, using my most delicate cursive letters… I left the obvious out. Anyone can write your smile, or the brightness of your eyes… I wrote your trembling hand. I wrote your doubts and your fears hidden behind a distracting burst of…… Continue reading I wrote you…
She comes, all claws out, hissing, growling… Ready to sink her fangs in your throat. But If you turn away, she’ll just take shelter in the dark to lick her own wounds. Fierce & feeble
Lying in bed, she held the phone close to her ear, trying to carve in her mind each and every word he spoke, knowing they’d most probably be the last he would grant her. She was not quite past the shock of coming back to an empty house yet, but she now managed to…… Continue reading Don’t you wish…
The bookstore was very quiet when she came through the door. Too quiet, she thought, and she suddenly regretted coming. Not that she had double thoughts about seeing him again, but the situation was far from what she had imagined first… She knew he worked, she had seen him coming out for a cigarette…… Continue reading The bookstore…
When life doesn’t live up to your expectations, have chili. Hot and spicy chili. It makes me feel alive… She still could hear his soothing voice as she peeled the boiled tomatoes over the kitchen sink. She wanted to believe she was just being silly, but she knew he was right… Cooking always appeased…… Continue reading The chili cure…
Cyranny's Cove 