Silence Fiction
Hello. I write stuff.
Silence Fiction
Hello. I write stuff.
Hello. I write stuff.
Hello. I write stuff.
Let me be your eyes
So you might see again
Let me view every beautiful thing
Through the lens of your innocence
Let me be your voice
And I will speak for you
There's so much you left unsaid
You spoke inside your head
Let me be your love
You had so much to give
I showed you how to share it
I'm grateful that you did
Let me be your heart
So it might beat once more
That lovely thing...
I felt the pulse of the audience as I entered from stage right. I observed the crowd, whose size had been gradually sinking in numbers since opening night.
By January we were all destined to be a washed-out production, stripped clean of its original thrills, lumped together with the rest of the has-beens and never-will-bes.
I could hear my co-star ending his monologue. His voice held the weight ...
Nancy slams the apartment’s door as she enters. A far cry from her usually peppy persona.
“I think Fran wants to break up.”
I look up from my spot on the couch.
“Did she say that?”
“Through…implications.”
I roll my eyes, returning to the commercial break.
Nancy pauses the TV, causing me to groan.
“I’m not your personal love guru.”
“I’ll give you five bucks if you just shush and listen.”
...
The perfect crime has no victim
The salty air can be my witness
My alibi, the prison in my head
Crumbling the moment I have finished
For the waters know what it means
To be battered to and fro
She welcomes my embrace
And melts away my years alone
She does not know to judge
And will not cease in strength
She drags to me down her depths
And through her hazy lengths
Water does not pity
A...
“What the hell?” He spoke through strained breaths, his finger like an arrow to my chest.
“Don’t blow this out of proportion, Rhys, I just made a mistake.”
“A mistake? That's what you think this is.” He spun me around to the cabin door, where the limp body lay.
“We can take him to the lake, nobody will notice-” I start to think out loud.
“We? I can't even look at you. Who even are you? Becaus...
She stood by the altar
Feeling similar to the bouquet she held
Beneath her sweaty palms
Beautiful but contained
Alive, but in a denouement
He gazed into her aquatic eyes
And saw unexplored depths
Of which he struggled to dive
And only ever glazed the surface
They never met each other
And they never got to say goodbye
To the pieces of themselves
That couldn’t cross the borders
Whe...
They say live within your means
Their means surpass my life
Within a glass chateau
With too many rocks to throw
An echo in every room
A door at every corner
A hundred seats to rest upon
A thousand books to order
I want to live here forever
I want to burn it down
I want to laugh at their riches
While dressed in a velvet gown...