Curled up in the big wing chair by the window, she picked up the letter that rested on the coffee table… Wrapped in a warm blanket, she unfolded it, and read the words slowly, imagining his hand trembling over the piece of paper… My dear, As I sit here, locked…… Continue reading Brave enough…
Sitting in the train, her forehead against the window and her legs stretched over the aisle seat, she felt like a teen again. Listening to his words, pressing the cellphone to her ear, as if it would make him any closer… He usually made most of the talking, but right now, she was telling…… Continue reading Sweet Serendipity…
Neon lights and late night drinks had awakened her taste for blood. She had spared him way longer than what she had expected. It had been fun, playing the ingenue all along, but her true nature was bound to surface some day… Or some night. Tonight. By some slick trick of hers, she had…… Continue reading Midnight City…
When I popped in your life Like a circus drives into town You got intrigued by my freak show. You were troubled by my failures Somehow enticed by my many flaws Ever since, you just couldn’t le me go… And we live day by day, in your stained paradise… In response…… Continue reading Paradise Circus…
Several times, I had to pull Cupid’s arrows from my broken heart… But when I met you, He machine gunned me to the floor. In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema from A Reading Writer .
Maybe we are not perfectly perfect strangers per say. Knowing just enough about each other to get disqualified. But if you feel like it, I think we should hit the highway. Go on a road trip, playing it perfect stranger style… In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of…… Continue reading Perfect strangers…
Wounded by his harsh words and his indifference, I painfully bleeded my way across town. Blinded by bitter tears, I moaned your name tormentedly through the alleys, stumbling on my wrongs and my failures, ignored by the passers by. Crawling in the darkest back streets, and the empty parks, there seemed to be no…… Continue reading A street called Mercy…
Sitting on the foot of the bed, she sighed deeply. The memories flooded her fragile mind as she poored herself a second glass of Pinot Noir, her favorite poison in times of sorrow. The hotel room was perfect, it always was… Her “team” always made sure to have things set just as she liked…… Continue reading The other side of Paradise…
Love me almost, Love me through Love me to the limit Love me “comme un fou” Meet me at the boarder We know we cannot cross Let me stare forever Into your gaze of frost Love me in silence Love me sweet and tender Love me with all the “ifs”…… Continue reading Almost lover…
Si j’avais les ailes d’un ange, j’oublierais l’air de la chanson et je décollerais sans façon, vers ce lieu des plus étranges. J’y ferais sans attendre mon nid, comme l’ont toujours fait les cigognes, et je nicherais, sans la moindre vergogne, perchée à cette cheminée à longueur de nuit. Je lisserais mes plumes, et…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Cyranny's Cove 