My first love was a child of scorpions—

Stuck his stinger in my heart

And poisoned me into submission.

I got on my hands and knees

And begged him not to leave.

But when the first frost crystallized us in our farewell embrace,

I took a mental picture

And stored it in my memory’s vault.

They keep me warm at night

When I become hyper-aware of how empty my bed is.

I pretend that October is a blank...

They shared exclaimated glances at the wood surrounding them. Jamie, the boy, had the power to create hallucinations. He couldn’t control when they came or went, or even what they looked like, just like he wasn’t able to choose who saw them when he did. They were always too real to be fake. You could reach out and touch the red leafs on the forest floor, feel their texture. If you wanted to, you c...

I wrap my arms around a work of fiction

Me, alone, in a sea of red decay

Rotting pumpkins

Seasonal depression

Still beautiful just the same...

There’s something romantic about Autum. The plants that blossomed in spring and thrived in the warm summer breeze, slowly decay. But in that decay is a canvas of warm auburn, burnt orange and red hues. It’s a warm glow, lighting up the trees and forest floor. It might be the end for the plants, but for love, it’s the start of something warm, cozy and epic. In this haze of autumnal glow, we find ou...

I take his hand and run through the trees.

"Woah! Melody! Wait, where are we going?"

I don't stop running and keep quiet. He will love this, I know he will. We've always had our best moments in the most amazing places. Our first kiss was at a beautiful park in our hometown, our best kiss was out on an arctic pier, and now here will be... who knows?

"Here," I pant and put my hands on my knees. I...

A morbid fascination with autumn

of death’s season; rotting leaves, hearts broken.

With her, with lovers I came here seldom

a place of Anubis. screamed bad omen.

Bodies, bodies, atop one another

Dancing red embers, once evergreen green

fall. Aided by death’s wind, greed. Shake, shudder.

Through barren branches… the apple of Eve

Gorging itself on decomposing life

Giving way to life, not death,...

Ugh. Another one of these prompts. Well, there’s a couple in a wood where there are a lot of red leaves on the ground. Stylized autumnal shit. Someone’s fantasy of what fall in Maine is supposed to look like except of course it looks totally fake and computer generated. It’s so uncanny valley. It’s a canned idealized version of something that in real life is precious and specific. Local and authen...

_If you don’t know the characters yet, that’s on you…_

(I know this has been second person this whole time, bc I’m really bad at 2nd so I thought I would try, but for this I feel like it would be better to do first. Youll see why)

_Finn_

“I want to take you somewhere.” I say, our fingers laced as we walk the halls of the bunker. We have only been openly together for about two months, but it ...

I don’t like crying . . . At least I didn’t. Until I found someone to hold me through the tears. Once I found him . . . Davian, I realized that maybe crying was okay. As long as he held me and I held him.

I let out a shaky breath as I slowly lift my head off Davian’s shoulder. There’s a huge puddle on his leather jacket, I hadn’t even realized I’d cried that much.

Davian tilts his head as he m...

Forest. A simple forest.

The forest is where I met him.

The forest is where I first talked to him.

The forest is where I learned that I liked him.

The forest is where I realised I was in love.

The forest is where I told him I loved him.

The forest is where he told me he didn’t love me.

The forest is where I got mad at him. Where I cried for him.

The forest is where he now rests.

The fores...