Sad and alone, I walked to the woods to cleanse my thoughts of woes of the week. The cusp of evening poured light into the trees where it was cut into shapes I tried to identify. I recall breaking backs of near-trees with every step and thinking about all the stirring creatures I frightened to take shelter in their homes. I thought about the ( Read more... )

She chose to spend her life searching for a new way to perfect herself. Selectivity served as her sole operating moral, and a menagerie of pricey perfume was her motivation. As a child, she fashioned her mother's pearls and lace for anyone who would watch. While other children at the park were captivated by a cheap sandbox, she could not settle ( Read more... )

She was seated at the small brown table, stained with years of carelessness. Its legs are uneven and play with weight placed on its top. These surroundings are unfamiliar; his favorite bar is tonight's mistake. She sat across from him and his parts: his legs, his feet, his face; the face she had analyzed so many times. The face she woke up to ( Read more... )

Weathered wings submit to gravity's pull.

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I am not the drunken girl at the party who exposes her breasts when she's had too much liquor.
I am the uncouth girl in the corner, quietly seducing the boyfriend you've neglected for the night.

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Things are changing in a bad way. I've got an uneasy feeling about the future.

Having nothing to say.

This mysterious power has ripped my voice away. The vocal chords are disconnected from the hammers that strike them; the lungs can no longer provide the opportunity for profundity. Like a mother without her child, or a goth girl without her makeup, I have been stripped of my power to persuade with sentences.

Liquid lullabye lets light leave lids.

For those of you questioning,
I'm not dead.

--C.