So many times, taken whole and soon left empty on the sidewalk, the perpetual victim of a heartless hit and run The wrecked leftover of their wicked love story fragile body broken to pieces, though still waiting for the one Why? Why oh why didn’t you warn me, mommy? That they’d tear…… Continue reading Buses and trains…
You wrapped us into innuendo, feeding me almost and filling my cup with maybes. For you thought the best way for us, was to lock the door and throw away the keys… You left a bittersweet omerta taste on my skin, as you stepped out of bed. Kissing me, with your eyes closed, leaving…… Continue reading Recreational…
As he entered the tattoo shop, a chill went down his spine. He wasn’t afraid of needles, that had never bothered him, and his canevas-like body was there to prove it. But it was different this time, and he walked solemnly to the guy’s booth. “Play with ink all you want kid, but always…… Continue reading Pain told love…
I never asked for the truth, not being too good at it myself… Tell me all the lies that you want, twist and turn reality if you will. As long as I find a meaning to our story when I look in your eyes, my home is here in your arms. In…… Continue reading Meaning…
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…
The squeeking of the rocking chair seemed to fill the room. Her thoughts were blurry, more and more every day. She didn’t always find her things, didn’t always recognize familiar faces, didn’t know how to pick her words anymore… But her mind still turned crystal clear every time her eyes met that picture. Oh…… Continue reading Tenerife sea…
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 .
“Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ’round the ole oak tree, it’s been three long years… Do ya still want me?…” She knew just who had left the message on her voicemail. He hadn’t spoken a word, but the seventies’ song said it all. It only left one question in her mind… When? When…… Continue reading Yellow…
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…
– Guilty! The verdict was out, and the crowd was excited. Many would have liked to see them hanging on the gallows of the the public square. But the judge was cruel, and hadn’t let himself grant them this sweet death, giving their last breath in chorus, side by side. No, they were to…… Continue reading Criminal…
Cyranny's Cove 