This evening's Ghost was howling. Tragedy shaking the heart in my chest. My ribs pained me as if I had spent hours laughing hysterically or, crying dramatically. Regardless, they hurt. The breath in my lung was short lodged at the entrance of my throat where my unspoken words caught every gulp of air. I felt as if I was crumbling. As if the night ( Read more... )

"... if you're careful... you can look right back ( Read more... )

There are no words that I can string together or images I can conjure up; there is absolutely nothing I can do to recreate or to convey to you tonight's event. Besides, I'd hardly call it that. "Event" is so "matter of fact" and concrete. What occurred after hours while we sat in the wicker chairs inhaling the stale air, exhaling the cigarette ( Read more... )

It was never about who said "I love you" first. I can assure you that it wasn't me, though. Or was it? Nah, it couldn't have been. That would be very out of character ( Read more... )

He sits across from me flicking a non lit cigarette. Tears sniffle up his nose while his mouth professes an ache. It is always about the past with him, there's just no future ( Read more... )

Conceived by a cataclismic proportion explosion I was born bruised, purple, lifeless. Without breath, without thought or a tear the struggle for an existence to rise out of a nobody, a no one, began nothingness ( Read more... )

I didn't know who's voice was calling to me at first. Then the arches caved in around me, melting into a swirl of blue and purple. Little by little it enveloped me. The twist and turns of the walls covering my face blanking my expression wrapping itself around my puckered lips. I couldn't speak my mouth locked between colors. She could read my ( Read more... )

I sit here bashing away these tears. If I blink hard and fast enough perhaps, just perhaps, they won't pour. I don't know the reason but alcohol is the culprit ( Read more... )

Sir Slappy McSkeeterson passed away. As small as his presence was I do miss his occasional croaking in the darkest hours of the night and his almost mischievous but oh so grateful grin as cold water was poured down his back. Looking at an empty corner where his terrarium used to sit ever so permanently (as we like to fool ourselves) my heart ( Read more... )

I cannot explain the almost mad workings of the Universe that never fails to have an agenda. In an instant it has all come together wearing the widest smile ( Read more... )