I hope no one ever calls you pretty.Read more "Absence of the Unknown"
There is something to be said about the rarity of the night. The way individualism separates the moon from the earth – the way you only know she’s shining when you need her – when you see her.Read more "Seeing Gray"
she sees something tantalizing in
the star-softness of the petting zoo, the
resilience of the floorboards, the soulful
gazes that cuddle around her nerves—
“Amanda,” Marcus said, “just talk to him. What are you waiting for?”Read more "Queen of Theatrics"
Young Tristan Jade had his eyes squeezed shut as he turned restlessly around in his bed. He wished desperately for a tsunami of sleep to drown him so that he could stop these dreadful thoughts. What time was it? He couldn’t exactly calculate, but he was sure it was long past his bedtime. The thought made his guilt worse; he should have been sleeping by now. Instead, he created horrifying stories with his mind…Read more "Sleepless"
Mary Sides was sitting on her uncomfortable, almost broken dining chair with the thin letter in her hands. She held it with elegance and steadiness–no trembling hands or nervousness. Ash accumulated at the head of her cigarette, making it heavier; it brought her back to reality…Read more "The Letter"
I hope your eyes are beautiful
For they speak more than
That night I dreamed in red,
the red of blood and life seeping out
onto the cracked mosaic of everything you’d become:
for Her gown rusted red,
the white dingy from dust
as lapis lazuli slips from Her shoulders…
And to think that:
Never have I been more content
Than in the anchor-like embrace
Of a cruelly beautiful shadow…