Come this way, don’t go towards the light.
Sit next to me, I won’t bite.
Don’t waste your time on that Holy place.
Open up this lid and fill in the space.
Lay yourself down next to me,
And relax until I set you free.
Close your eyes and drift away.
I’ll protect your body, I’m here to stay.
The lid is shut, the dark sets in.
Now you’re dead and I win....
We burst out of the room at a slight jog, hand in hand as our family and friends continue to clap and cheer in a standing ovation. Flower petals dust our heads and shoulders. We sneak away to the room selected for us to steal a private moment before returning to the ballroom for a night of playing host as newly weds. We stop to catch our breath and face one another. We did it, we’re married. So mu...
“This has all been one big misunderstanding!””Haha! Haha!”
“Hmpf, a misunderstanding eh?” He flipped through the channels, looking for anything and nothing. It was another fun filled evening of bland microwaved food and beer in front of the television. It seemed like this was all he did after work these days.
Misunderstandings. Was it a misunderstanding when he found his wife in bed with anoth...
I’m always cold now,
No matter how bundled.
The warmth is in my heart,
My memory, my family around me.
A pin prick and a cool rush,
And now I sit, surrounded by my warmth,
And wait.
I look to my love, our hands clasped,
Ours eyes locked, wet with tears.
I look to my son, pride warming my cold.
I hate to leave but know,
I can no longer stay.
My eyes close, life dancing behind the lids.
I breathe...
Colour….Colour…C-o-l-o-u-r. I say the word over and over until it loses what little meaning it had to begin with. I heard the word while hanging out with the group. Violet, who’s name is quite ironic I will soon discover, was being her typical know-it-all self.
“You know the whole world used to be in colour right?” Violet looks around the group with her nose held high, knowing the other kids had...
Must stay still so as not to disturb her, or him. How can one tell the difference between a male and a female? This feels like a her. Her legs lightly tickle my worn, thin, sickly grey skin. After all this time, I am surprised I can feel anything. Her wings, the color of the sky, the water, the eyes that once peered back at me from a mirror. The eyes were the last to change, leaving the semblance ...