gone; not for good. Just for a little while.

The skin stretched across my bones threatens to burst open. I am less human when I am not with you; my ribcage does not protect this degenerating heart, but rather suffocates the rage, burning like alcohol poured down my throat.

I miss feeling your presence on the mattress, the tangled limbs and bedsheets. I am underwater with nothing to surface to ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think we are just ghosts who don't know how to forget, and all we're doing is holding onto the past.

He eases his hand out through the car window, and feels the push of the wind against it. The straining in his bones and muscles against the night air and seventy-five miles per hour, he feels a desire to let go of his hand, just as he ( Read more... )

I am paralyzed with the possibility of our mouths colliding. "Don't be a stranger," you say, float down the stairs like a ghost come back to haunt me.

but I would give anything to look at you without recognition, to pass you on the sidewalk and not feel a thing. I am in love with you, without intention; cursing love every night, wishing it would ( Read more... )

It's not a question.

Remember when you learned about words, when you learned about vowels. The world opened up and then, speech became about want. I want this doll. I want this stone. I want to taste. I want to feel. I want to touch. When want turned to longing, which is just the sister of need, and longing turned to anger, and anger turned to ( Read more... )