April 12th, 2049 Violet could almost feel the flapping of fins on her lips as she purposely stomped through the puddles of rain through Redcliffe Gardens. The water flattened her long black hair, making her gaunt appearance even more eery. She thought her oversized brown suit was a good idea in the mirror earlier, that […]Read more "No. 17"
There was a slight twitch in her eye as she started to fumble with my outer apparel, the piece that held me together and kept me safe. She didn’t understand how delicate this tiny piece of fabric was, and how could she? The twitch was making me nervous as I saw it the second time…I […]Read more "The Insulted Muffin"
Mystify the mind of the blonde-haired beauty spitting cash sitting in the satin car drowning hell wherever she goes she talks to trees and pets them gently wouldn’t she just love to take them home because there isn’t ever a soul there she isn’t the thin girl with diamond eyes anymore could she try to […]Read more "how have your dreams been lately"
I’m clueless and sure to bludgeon more Ming dynasty priceless china shops with my reckless hooves… I somehow asked for this I pissed off someone in a past life and now there’s no one around to take my sorrows and loneliness away from me I still want heaven…I still have it, but like a movie […]Read more "ayla"
On the plane I daydreamed that we won the lottery. Remember when we played? We got our tickets at that little market on Hillhurst? I of course forgot about it right away, but you checked the numbers three days later. When you found out we won you called me. I didn’t pick up so you […]Read more "Jackpot"
Upon a red balloon I ponder love and loss go far away to places that glow with pride I don’t only get dreamy at nightfall, my darling the days too are filled with fantasies and long-awaited whispers by candlelight come to my ocean for flight my arms grow into pelagic birds that lift me higher […]Read more "antibes"
S.O.S.- Sense of self. This acronym repeated itself over and over in my mind as I woke up early on a Wednesday morning. What time is it? My boyfriend lay sleeping next to me and I covered my mouth with the covers like I always do, in case he opened his eyes to look […]Read more "The Fountain"
Ida sat pristinely at her vanity table, positioning her new, blonde wig perfectly on her head, fastening it to her scalp with an army of hair pins. She was an elegant-looking woman in her mid-twenties with two small children. George was seven years old, Eleanor was eight. Ida’s tempestuous husband, Dimitri, had been an […]Read more "Roller Coaster"
She sat down beneath the forest and as the symphony grew louderthere were memories from long agoflooding into a smokey room of sage a blanknessblack towers and crackling of crowscrows she once knewbefore she started to rememberbefore she started to rememberthe lightpensive lines with delicate handsthat grabbed onto whiskey for comfortduring solemn nightscarefully cut out crafted windows […]Read more "burn"