Here to grow and become a better writer! All feedback is welcome! 💜 Song of the Week - “Talk It Up” by Sammy Rae & the Friends
Here to grow and become a better writer! All feedback is welcome! 💜 Song of the Week - “Talk It Up” by Sammy Rae & the Friends
I remember you asking me, “Why do you cut yourself open like that?” I didn’t know the answer until the words came out of me; the vessel carrying contents unknown, the messenger reading lines unwritten and unread.
“Because no one else will do it for me.”
No one else will splay me wide, every expression, every sentence laid bare.
No one else will flay the truth from my bones. I, alone, can point ...
I love our silences.
The unspoken
Current of thought flowing,
Enveloping the room.
My mind drifts, alighting
On various cool, smooth pebbles
Like a river feeling out its edges.
I love the serenity,
Sleepy and warm
That comes over me.
We trade our wordless sentences
For an eternity.
Before we part,
I cut you from myself like
A flower from a stem.
Because as much as I enjoy
This intricate ritual ...
Perhaps I am a wretch
Perhaps I am a god
Perhaps I am an optimist beneath this grim facade
Or maybe my identity
Lies leagues beneath the sea
Amid the Stygian darkness, where sunken valleys be
Perhaps I am a songbird
Perhaps I am a seed
And maybe what defines me is my weakness and my need
Yet
No matter who I am
Thirty thousand years from here
This heartbreak hurts, and I cannot contain it within...
Gregor Samsa looks up at the vast sea of human-sized insects, barely making out their large carapacious bodies. He lifts an arm to block out the blinding lights of the stadium. The clicking, snuffling, hissing language of the crowds is deafening.
A voice (voice?) screams shrilly over a loudspeaker. The noise from the crowds dies down. A thick scraping noise is the only sound that can be heard for...
Things were shaping up very badly; with an ax-wielding maniac hot on her heels, Naomi was starting to regret her involvement in this case. She clutched the file folder to her chest and ran even harder, feet pumping faster and faster — only to round the corner, straight into a dead end....
Remember when I did the Human Thing?
When I (almost cried)
Told you that I loved you,
And you told me
It was okay,
And you slid out of your skin.
I think about it,
Still,
How beautiful you are
To have cupped me in your hands
And set me down gently again.
I pulled my heart out from under my ribs,
And gave you Something Human,
Something (real),
And you gave me Something Human back.
I don’t think...
Andante, little sprout
Beware the wish to win the race
Can you wait but a little longer?
Don’t rush, darling, even if
Every bone in you screams _RUN_
Forget what they told you about fast
Going the distance requires consistency,
Half the battle is a steady pace.
Ignition throttles you forward,
Just wait a moment, dear,
Kindly reduce your speed,
Let your feet develop a rhythm, andante,
Mind the path...
It was the fourth week of May, right when the weather dips into sweet golden pools of midday sunshine.
Petunia reclined on one of the benches in the park, her back sloping against the hard angles of metal.
Her venti passionfruit lemonade was going lukewarm, the condensation long since melted off the sides of the plastic cup. She stirred the small circlet of melted ice at the bottom of the cup.
...
What do we do, love?
We’re not young anymore.
A little tenderfooted,
Perhaps,
But not naive.
Some days I still recall
The ways we slid through
Time like it was a rain puddle,
Silvered mirror casting reflections
Everywhere I look.
We grew together
Like two sapling trunks embracing
When I open your paper tongue,
And speak your words,
I cry.
Should we abandon loss?
Or bid the mirror shards rem...
Soft, stuttered hoofsteps
Through the wood
Illuminate her passing, time is
Frozen.
Her gaze catches motion,
My movement frightens her
Into statue stillness. She is
Frozen.
The wide, brown eyes,
Rich as the living earth,
Dewy bright,
Frozen
On mine. As a single strand
Of grass bends to allow a raindrop
Kiss the soil, I extend a careful hand.
Frozen.
Her dappled brown fur is
Smooth under the...